Tiny Spaces
Small humble home that I was raised
inside these walls I spent most of my days
Legroom was sparse in our tiny address
things always cluttered and sometimes a mess
We lacked riches, money was tight
sometimes we’d laugh, and sometimes we’d fight
People would ask how we lived in this way
now looking back I would not trade a day
Although we were cramped, had no room to spare
our hearts were gigantic with love to share
Copyright © Gail Franklin | Year Posted 2007
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