What Each Calls Home

I looked all around for what I could see,
A flutter of wings, a chosen angel for me.
To spell out the answer I've missed till now,
I feel as though I owe you a deep holy bow.

The evil and cruel things in life called  treason,
They offer no explanation, rhyme or true reason.
People try to find and lay blame much to clearIy,
Leaving the reason behind all shady and bleary.


What Each Calls Home

My sweet little angels cuddled closely against me,
Feeling security of mommy surrounding them closely.
I can't imagine life without this bundle of precious joy,
Without it I would feel emotionally lonely, sad and poor.

A man may have a castle built from hard clay and stone,
Without the little ones pitter pattering it's not a true home.
Spark of human life gives it a real cozy little quaintness,
Often man forgets the true furnishings to start to build with.

A man rates his richness by how many toys he owns,
While a woman looks at the love that fills each room.
When they measure the two by their richness at hand,
There is more than material objects securing a rich man.