HOME, SWEET SWEET, HOME
An easier time of life
Walking up to that familiar front door
Someone says; “You don’t live here anymore.”
I turn to see who spoke these words
But, act as if I haven’t heard
Behind me, not a soul is there
I venture forth, as on a dare
To enter where I lived before
A place of dreams, forevermore
The rooms are bare, but bright and gay
Sun shines through panes, welcoming the day
Hardwood floors, old claw foot bath,
Walls strongly built of plaster and lath
Crown molding graces elegant ceilings
Inspiring deference and respectful feelings
As if a parent, who once watched over me
Why did I leave? Why did I flee?
To a life that did not include you?
Oh, home, sweet home
Warm, inviting; once mine
From whence I roamed
The one I left behind
So many memories and faithful friend
To explore this life
To another end.
That does not include you.
When life turns cold and hard to bear
I find myself going back to where
Bewilderment was not the way
And little ones live to see another day
So many lives on my shoulders rest
I feel as if I’ve been put to the test
The choice was made to leave this place
I walked away in a rapid pace
But, fondly now, as I look back
And wonder what I thought I lacked
Which led to a life that did not include you.
I come to visit now and again
In bittersweet imagination
Passing back in time, magically
From present life to one once free
Last night, I came to you again
Last night, I visited an old friend
Surprised was I…and woke with a start
And fondly recalled the home of my heart
Why I always return to your front door
Will be a mystery
But, one I shall store
To bring forth when this life is unkind
To remember that gentler world of mine.
Innocence tends to soften the glare
Of those things in life which are unfair
I wish to wear those shoes again,
And tread where sorrow does not rule the wind
I cannot bear the way things are
And so, I journey away and far
To the place where happiness and ignorance reigned
Oh, to walk that primrose path again.
It was a different, simpler time
And when I bring these thoughts to mind
A brief sadness spreads over me
Because, I fear, I will never be
Allowed the life I had before
When, without a second thought
I walked out that door.
To a life that did not include you.
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