Old Home

Old Home

My thoughts are telling me to go back home.
Ponder memories of the childhood I've known.
Many years have gone by since I was there
With my parents, siblings,and their loving care.

In my dreams I see the old home once more.
Mom and Dad waiting for me to open the door.
I know the big old maple tree is still standing.
With its big size and the beauty commanding.

More than thirty years I lived at the old home.
Then moved away for a new life of my own.
I taste the homemade cooking of my mother.
Eating dinner with my parents and 5 brother's.

By: Kings

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