My Happy Home

Hope and belief occupy the same saucer Positive vibes released social enjoyment My childhood years reared with laughter Learning with parents was a commitment We were young and living happily at home Climbing all over Dad and jumping off The curriculum swing in the playground laughed, and chatted scripted, to interact. Recreation, prone to rain, hail and snow Every season had all the same reasons Dirt, bruises, cuts, and people we don’t know Every hapless crew in our home beckons Each of us had to render a girdle of stories Provoking replies every sentence hold Such mirth consists of humorous allergies More contagious the taller tale they told Bites and bugs, with tricky juggle hugs Mud and floods rush for home in a puddle Ripped roar times evoke my taste buds The world unfolds and soars high in a bubble Rolling on the floor like a circus clown Gear and tickled the chuckling diaphragm My Dad always chortles at his own pun Windmill hands in rhythmical reaction Weave bright random cornstalk images harden tears softening the brittle years home was a stage, for us privileged sages Daily inspiring, by night dreams verses Blessings pursue God's plan is good for you Laugh with us from stuff air that stirs hearts Memories of home was nearly as good as new I keep them wrapped with happy thoughts.