Home Sweet Home
A three room house,
on the outskirts of town,
home sweet home,
where many are found.
Not much money,
but so much love,
daddy is hard working,
and his children know love.
Nothing high tech,
they barely get by,
he gives from his heart,
they never see him cry.
To church on Sunday,
where they give their thanks,
with only a few dollars,
tucked in his pants.
Learning the hard way,
how to manage, and survive,
he is the best,
in his kids eyes.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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