
HOME
There stands, on a lot, built on a street
A four sided structure
Well maintained and neat
Children playing on the front lawn
Parents reclining on the front porch
Every morning, they all greet the new dawn
When dusk falls, on sleepy eyes
Its time to sleep, and dream of sugar plums and blue skies
One last story, from Dads imagination
One last kiss, from Mothers affirmation
Now the children, sleep soundly, in loves divination
Ready to greet all of tomorrows new and wonderful expressions
(15 years later)
Now as teenagers wandering and exploring new conceptions
The front porch light stay on till they need rest in the familiar habitation
Reminding them of the Compassionate and tender environment
A warm meal for nourishment
The sage advice from a gentle intelligence
The place to rest their hat
A structure they can always call HOME
(10 years later)
The Children are no longer children
They no longer reside in the same building
This four sided structure is now a 2 resident domicile
Quiet and calm
Well maintained and neat
The front lawn green and groomed
The front porch, we now sit on a and read, while we reminiscence
About the times our children played from dawn till dusk
The times they came home and made a fuss
Watching them create their life with friends
Discovering all that life has to offer them
And all the while, they had this place, this house
That stands, on a lot, built on a street
A four sided structure
Well maintained and neat
We built this place for them to grow
For us to show
Them how to create a place that stands, on a lot, built on a street
A four sided structure
And how to keep it well maintained and neat
We gave them advice, the knowledge to create a secure place
We blessed them and taught them
It's what resided inside that
Makes It HOME
About the Creator
memoirs of A moustache
Beatnik, A lover of words that move in and around our daily lives. Creating profound meaning and captivating poetry


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