Old Home

Old Home

My wanting is telling me to go back home.
Relive days of the childhood I have known.
Many years have passed since I was there.
With my parents, siblings, and loving care.

In my visions I see the old home once more.
Mom and dad wait for me to open the door.
I know the big maple is standing out back.
The big size and beauty it's never lacked.

More than thirty years I lived at old home.
Then I moved away for a new life of my own
I can taste the home cooking of my mother's
Eating dinner with my sister's and brother's.

Life was grand in the old home all together.
Where my young memories live there forever.
I remember the love we shared in the home.
All my Family's love no better have I known.

By: Kings