OUR HOME

OUR HOME

Our home was not a mansion               Feb 2006

With big rooms and many baths.

But while raising up our children

There were many, many laughs.

Our home was never quiet.

It was always like a hive.

I thought to myself many times

Oh, I wish they all could drive.

Donnie and I were country folks

And for sure not city wise!

Bringing up our children here

Brought many tears unto our eyes.

Time swiftly moved along its path,

And soon the children were all gone.

So we sit home as empty nesters.

Instead of watching children, we just watched the lawn.

Then our children and their spouses

Started families of their own

And even though it seems impossible

Some grandchildren are now full grown.

Our home still sits here waiting

For them to drop by every now and then.

Our home, still is not a mansion, sitting in the sky,

But we sit here waiting for someone to drop by.

We sit in the front room, in our chairs that rock,

And talk , and talk and talk of the very good old days

We reminisce and wonder, with memories galore

And wait for an opportunity to give our children praise.

Nothing much has changed you see

Except we have gotten old.

Our home is still no mansion sitting in the sky

But we still wait and rock and wonder when someone will drop by.