Looking back
as a young child
when hopes were stong
imaginations were wild
i\'de run straight through the screen door
and into my room
having a toy waiting on my bed
reading to: me from: you
even if they only came from a dollar tree store
to you they were worthless or nothing
to me they were so much more
mike and barb across the street
or the red toe nail polish on my grandmas feet
the bike rides
the warm grass
or bare feet pattering on the sidewalk
the forts
or the picnics
or just listening to the adults talk
combing my hair
or eating ABC soup in the morning
sitting on poppies foot-stool
or listening to him snoring
what funny things that i can remember
but all i know now are visits in December
but that doesn\'t bother me
i really don\'t care
for all those good memories will always be glued their
but we\'ll keep this secret
be as quiet as a mouse
but if you ever ask me what home is...
i\'ll call it grandma\'s house
(i guess this might sound dumb to you, but it makes perfect sence to me..please comment)
