I love this poem. My good friend Ronda wrote it.


I Am My Home
Though guests are welcome
...Inside for a short visit or two,
And when no visitors come
I sometimes feel blue,
I am my home
I live quite alone
With all of my favorite things
With words as my food
And thoughts as my bed
I've become comfortable
Alone in my head.
I am my home.
I keep house with my heart.