What makes a house a home ? 

Often I’ll sit and the urge to write a poem compels me … this is a short poem I wrote last year.

What makes a house a home 

By judy Dooley
No matter the size ,the place or the style 

A home is a place to linger a while,

Memories of love and parents who care, a changing of styles and decorating with flare. 

The pitter patter of little feet that far too quickly turn into teenagers needing no sleep.

A smell of hot soup on a cold winters day , a place of comfort and joy when the days look too grey.

Of celebrations and traditions where memories are passed,

A place where you know love will last.

A home is a place where your heart longs to be 

A quiet in the storm, your anchored serenity. ♥


Some days I wish ….Judy Dooley 

Sometimes I wish for days of scattered toys and sleepy heads

of kisses good night as you lay in your beds

Of small little hands that tugged at me

Begging for one more story

Of mumbles and giggles as you ended your day 

Of small little yawns as sleep took over play

But mostly I wish for the silence of night

When I’d walk in and tuck you good night.



“Mothers observe all, absorb all, 

give all, forgive all, 

offer all, suffer all, 

feel all, heal all, 

hope for all, pray for all.

But most of all,

Mothers love always.”


With eyes of wonder

​With eyes of wonder

He saw the night sky

All lit up

Like the firefly

He felt the cool waters

Of the gentle stream

And heard the flocks

Of birds that scream

He touched the grass

The trees and stone

He saw the lion

Let out a moan

He caught a glimpse

Of the buffalo heard

And witnessed the majesty

Of the king fisher bird

His love of nature

Was brought to life
By the adventurous spirit

Of a man and his wife

Who loved their son

With all their heart

Who bought him out in the wild

To impart ….

A gentle soul,

A love for earth,

An adventurous spirit.

And who thus gave birth

To a young son

All protected and warm

Who loved the earth

Through sun and storm
CopywriteJudy Dooley