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Home Is My Husband

Home is my husband’s hug. It can come when we are in line at a coffee shop But it doesn’t Because he is more socialized than I am Home is a look from his hazel eyes That tells me we are in this together Just the two of us Our children abandoned us, remember? Home is knowing that he will cry at a movie Making fun of this and getting no flashback This is Home

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 7/31/2022 8:12:00 PM

This is really nice, Caren. You've got a quite a hubby there (and he has quite a gal!). Enjoy! :) gw

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/31/2022 10:20:00 PM

He is a sweetheart

Ilene Bauer

Date: 7/31/2022 2:42:00 PM

Very touching, Caren!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/31/2022 10:20:00 PM

Thank you Ilene

L Milton Hankins

Date: 7/31/2022 12:47:00 PM

Caren, I have a print hanging to the left of my computer which reads: "When I say I am going home, I mean I am going to where you are." I gave it to Deb one year for Christmas...now, it's a treasured momento. BTW, it's still true!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 7/31/2022 10:20:00 PM

It is surely true! What else could home be?