Regina Mcintosh Poet Free verse

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Home Sweet Home

When I was a child, little 
Like the kitten and puppy
Who lean on their grownup elders
For food, shelter and affection 
I lived in a trailer 
Called a mobile home
By some who don’t know
It’s just a trailer on cinder block 
It’s just a trailer to live in 
With grownups who give you
Their gifts of direction 
Fears, praise and love
Or what they can of hope
Faith and grace 

Like the kitten
Always playing, delighting
In the thrill of learning 
I grew too old to play

Like the puppy
Always hungry for more
Than I could take in
I grew too old to partake 

The trailer, rusty tin
Faded into a past
That I would love to be in

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Gershon Wolf March 3, 2021 at 6:56 PM Once again, such interesting ink. Nice to see a boost for the (much-maligned) trailer-home. Bravo, Regina. :) gw

Anne-Lise Andresen March 3, 2021 at 1:59 AM - A home with your dear childhood memories ... lovely poem, Gina :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Demetrios Trifiatis March 2, 2021 at 12:04 PM A very touching poem that warms the heart and caresses the mind with memories of childhood! Excellently written, dearest, Gina!