Poems about home

Poems about home

I love my family.

Although the washing machine stopped

The clothes haven't been wrung dry.

Chicken soup is smoking on the stove.

The mop sewage is being washed.

You are as tireless as a machine.

Although it is a national day holiday.

You will never stop busy for a moment.

I came back from work.

See a neat and clean home.

Twist the washing machine in a hurry

Drain your fatigue.

You bury yourself in painting every day.

You water the evergreen tree with a brush.

As time goes on, the pattern is always changing.

What remains unchanged is your never-ending smile.

There is only one theme: I love my family.

I dragged you to lie on the wooden floor.

Absorb the warm fragrance from the board.

I opened the treasure chest.

Snuggle in your arms

Like a naughty boy who never grows up.

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I have a happy nest.

There are father and mother at home.

This is a harmonious family.

No arguments, no scolding.

I have a good father.

Work hard every day to bring home the bacon.

I have a good mother.

Busy here and busy there.

I love this, my home.

This family is neither too big nor too small.

That's enough for you, me and him.

Even though there are many sins in this family.

I still love this family.

Rats, cockroaches and spiders are not afraid.

Because there are mom and dad.

Even if we have to move.

Do you still miss this home?

Small beds and stools are all here.

Gently shed tears on the bed.

Secretly wipe the tears off your face.

Move to a new home with joy.

Dad is sweating like a pig.

Mother tries to change her white hair.

I look at you, you look at me.

Tears rolled down his eyes.

I love my parents.

Reward when you grow up in the future

Time flies like an arrow.

Parents' health is declining.

Don't blame the child for my ineffectiveness.

It will take several years to repay the debt.

Appreciate your future success.

Buy a car and a house in return

Let me know here.

Thank you, mom and dad, son.