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Author Name: Premiumsheedreams 6 Comments
Date Added: January 12, 2010 01:01:58 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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I'm Home
Divorce closes certain doors while opening others we sold the house, no longer a home good friends  I've known for years a little money in my pocket... a healing heart.   But my sisters kept pulling me with the silver ribbons that held my heart together in one piece If you want to spend some quality time with Mom while she still has some good years left...   I kissed my sons good-bye, had I  taught them well? quit my good job that i had been striving for gave away all but a few treasures and moved to Arizona.   No of course, I've never lived in the barren desert before! could an old tumble-weed patch become home? the first weeks were spent in the hospital my sister needed open heart surgery Mom  got  a  new  pace maker.   We sat side by side in the waiting room and prayed talked about our youth that quickly sped away laughed and cried  just like times of old sudoku and words of cheer to pass the time and watch the clock they needed me   I'm home!                    
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Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on January 12, 2010 11:23:24 PM Report
Stirring work...just lovely! Well done! 

 

~Barbara~

Comment By: FreeSteve on January 12, 2010 02:45:46 PM Report
Your poem clearly describes the important things in life that no amount of money can buy. 
Comment By: FreeTanya Harrison on January 12, 2010 11:35:34 AM Report
How lucky you are Linda Jo, to  have found a new home.  Loved your poem.  The courage to move-on with your life and make a new home for yourself.  Such a well written poem.
Comment By: FreeAndrew on January 12, 2010 09:50:25 AM Report
yet another great statement of how home is where the heart is - we may move on, but certain things - like family - remain constant and are a the core of "home" - wonderful work here, Linda Jo - as per usual
Comment By: Freee. Gene Myers on January 12, 2010 08:00:22 AM Report
Sister's can be sisters when they need to be.  Mine helped us in times of trouble.  Something I never expected, yet it was there when needed.  Pains in the butt that they are, I still love them and evidently they love me
Nice isn't it.              Gene
Comment By: FreeGraham Jones on January 12, 2010 04:21:40 AM Report
Indeed you were Linda, home is more the bricks and morter,its the love of your close ones around you, that feeling of belonging, I believe your poem creates that atmosphere well done indeed~Graham.




 


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