Where I Belong

It's quiet, much too quiet
I almost feel alone
It's weird how I can say that
while knowing, "This is Home."

No little hands reach out
No feet run cross the floor
No tiny pleading voices
begging, "Just once more."

With the house no longer sticky,
and everything whiped clean
it almost feels deserted
"Do you know that I mean?"

When there's nothing left to trip on
'cause's all been put away
The house is rather empty
I don't know what else to say

How can I explain to you
T'someone who'd never see
Just how much I need my kids
and how much they need me

I'm not going to preach to you
That all kids are perfect or smart,
but each one of my children
holds a big piece of my heart

I could go on forever,
but until my kids are grown
I gladly fight off nightmares
in this place I call, "My Home."

*A dedication to all parents