Home Is Where the Heart Is
When the rain rages fiercely
upon the window panes,
through a cold howling wind
sending ice through my veins,
rarely do ever
I feel so alone,
as when missing you here
in the place we called home.
Sometimes it seems
I can still feel you here.
To this old faithful heart
you are still ever near.
But now it's not warm
in our bed on your side.
No sheltering arms
from the storms can I hide.
For so many years
you've been holding my hands,
with a promise of faith
in our gold wedding bands.
Now, I can't feel the warmth
of your soft soothing touch,
reassuring my heart
how you loved me so much.
To the last minutes end
I was right there with you,
praying to God
he'd again pull you through.
I, above all, knew
just how hard you'd try.
Still, deep in my heart,
knew you're ready to die.
Letting you go
was the hardest to do.
Nothing makes sense
in my life without you.
So many expressions
of emptiness sighed,
I find myself wishing
to be by your side.
Understanding your readiness
when it's my time,
I pray yours and Gods hands
are reaching for mine.
When I get to there
with you, never alone.
To eternally live
in the place we'll call home.
-Jeannie Minor
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