There’s a place I know where love is free

and laughter echoes back to me.

A place where danger fades away

and the nearest thing to tragedy

is a broken toy or rainy day

to interrupt a world of play.

The citizens of that fair land have golden hearts

and warm, soft hands.

They hover near me all the while,

and light my world with such a smile

as must grace the face of angels;

and they never go away.

Yes, I once I lived within this land

and marched to the tune of a fairy band;

Through summers golden and winters bright

with diamonds for snow

and velvet for night.

Thanksgiving was a symphony

of all the things home meant to me.

With cousins, grandmas, uncles bold;

cheeks to kiss and hands to hold,

all come back to the warmth of home

where love was the fire that quenched the cold.

Christmas was a dazzling blend

of all the colors, friends and toys

of all the year’s most precious joys.

My head says life was not that way

back in that simpler, younger day.

But my heart still finds it restful there

and if I choose to linger there

and choose to remember what I will

of summers warm and winters still;

who is there to disagree

with what I choose of memory?

There’s a place I know where love is free

and laughter echoes back to me.


About dswan2

Poet, author, columnist, lyricist, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, wife of 50 years. Born and raised in America's Heartland
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7 Responses to A PLACE I KNOW

  1. Jingle says:

    magical place to be…

    well done piece.
    Thanks for the warm words.


  2. dswan2 says:

    Thank you, Jingle! You know, I wrote poetry for 20 years before I realized I was writing about things I had not consciously remembered.

  3. blessed you, and you can always go back there, which is mad cool!!! 🙂

    I enjoyed this write, thank you

  4. dswan2 says:

    thank you! You are linked to this website.

  5. Dheepikaa says:

    Ah, the bliss of a memory. I want to be go to a place where laughter echoes back to me.

  6. lunawitch15 says:

    there is no place like home….

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