By Carla Schiro
I know a place that’s quiet and nice
where I can think and dream of things to come
where I can read a book or ask advice
where I can sing a song or maybe just hum
This place is filled with moments of love
good times, bad times, and even in between times
Where I can look at the sun, moon and stars above
Where I can listen to music or the hanging chimes
this place isn’t unusual or hard to find
It’s just a place called home.