Poems (Linn)/Home

by Edith Willis Linn

For works with similar titles, see Home.

HOME.

WITHIN the walls by art bedecked,
 Beneath a glittering palace dome,
If there the voice of childhood sounds
 The woman's heart will find a home.

On cabin floor, in barren room,
 Beneath torn tents of those who roam,
If tiny, helpless hands are there,
 The woman's heart will find a home.