It smells like home poem

It smells like home,
The house I forgot,
The home I left,
And miss a lot.

The address has changed,
This house has been,
No less a home,
Or so it seems.

I smell the stew,
Placed in the pot,
The dumplings baking,
The pudding hot.

The walls are different,
The children gone,
But the smells remind me,
Though times moved on.

It smells like home,
The house I miss,
But now I know home,
Is where the stew is.

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