Home At Last

My formative years were nice. A whole family. Me my parents and sisters. Then we moved (big mistake) and things started to fall. The arguing, swearing I couldnt bare. Then she left I felt despair. From pillar to post I felt I didnt belong. Seeing and hearing things a child never should. Lost in a home It never felt good. After my marraiage things were okay yet still I never had my own place to stay. That was yesteryear. I swelled in depression and wasted so much preciouse time. Now we have our happy home, thank God me and you and children of our own. A place now I can finally call my home. Live in peace and respect. Do things my own way. You call me the queen of our home. Your my king and the children the throne.