The Nursery Nurse Poems

Where is Home?

A Poem for our Mother Charlotte.

Four walls and a roof,

Windows and a door,

Being told a home could be nothing more,

She knew it had to be something else.

A Mum and a Dad,

Siblings and pets,

Even with all these people,

A home still had to be more.

A building filled with people,

Laughter and smiles,

It was a home,

But it wasn't a home for her. 

Her home isn't a place,

Her home isn't a building,

Her home is a community,

Solely created by one.

Through a screen in an imaginary nursery 

but still as one,

Filled with warmth, love and acceptance.

She was her home.

Her home was created by one,

It doesn't have four walls or a roof,

But she felt safe and loved...

And she knew she was home.