Reminiscing Home
The trees in bloom, all red and gold
Gifts from the sun, it shines so bold.
On down the road, as you can see
A place that means the world to me.
The house still stands, the weeds are tall,
That doesn't bother me at all.
When we lived there, mom, dad, and me
Could feel the love from just us three.
I grew up there without a care,
Had everything I needed.
My days were filled with mom and love,
At night , my dad I greeted.
After supper, ready for bed, we'd head for his big chair.
He'd read me me books and tell me stories, we'd visit everywhere.
As my eyes grew heavy, he'd put the books away.
He'd carry me off to my room, and listen while I'd pray.
All that happened years ago,
They're both gone now, you see.
But I remember all the love
My mom, my dad, and me.
Life of stress has brought me back
To sit and reminisce.
Of home, and mom, and dad, and me
The things I dearly miss.
Copyright © Frances Thompson | Year Posted 2006
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