Broken homes,
Broken places.
Can’t escape,
No empty spaces.
Standing on the edge.
Contemplating goodbye.
In a home in the city,
I see her cry.
If home is where the heart is,
Then why do so many say goodbye?
Cause broken homes and broken places,
Disintegrate to empty spaces.
My home is where I am truly free
My home has the precious family
My home is a simple vinyl structure with large oaks and flowering beds.
Shady lawn to play and work.
My evenings to enjoy. My home would not be a home without the spice of life,
my loves, my family.
Thanks be to the One who created the world and made the way of salvation. He
gave the precious family.
My home is a haven for bluebirds and nature.
My home is peaceful, I can assure!
**For the Applaud contest by Rick Parise
They ask, "What's the sweetest thing that's happened to you"?
I would have to reply, "It started when I was two".
That is when I, Mother, sister and brother,
went to live with our Grandpa and Grandmother.
They both sacrificed, from that day forward,
working long, hard hours, always undeterred.
To give us a home and happy memories.
It couldn't have been better, for Mom and us three.
Mom worked evenings at the Sears and RoeBuck store.
Grandpa at the publishers, working on the printing floor.
Grandma changed jobs to the school cafeterias,
so when we were home from school, she could be near us.
Grandpa was our dad, in our hearts and minds.
Growing up with two Moms was a terrific time.
Yes, living with our Grandparents was a special world.
I grew up to be a very thankful girl.
What's the sweetest thing that has ever happened?
It started when I was two, and has never slackened
For the contest'Sweetheart"
Hosted by Tirzah Conway
Placement: 5th place
My daughter says
I hate my cell phone.
I always have to call home
When I get there,
Where I’m going, with whom and when.
Flashback to me at her age
Coming home from a conference
Out of town
My mother worried at half past twelve
When she thought I should be home at ten
I wish I had a cell phone then.
Where did she come from I asked,
my eight year old heart beating fast.
Well, take her back ...
this can't be meant to last!
When she was three,
I tied her to a neighbors' tree
and ran home with glee ...
our parents were not amused.
At 15, when she was seven,
I was all about: Don't Tell Momma
as we rode around with my latest boy
in his '58 Ford.
I left home at 17 and never looked back.
Estranged is a painful track.
I never knew sibling rivalry
as eight years apart was too big a gap.
Now in my 60's and she is 58
as we come to love more as sisters
before it is too late,
those eight years don't even exist.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ for Nathan's "Sibling Rivalry" contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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