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When he was a baby he didn’t know what a home was…He didn’t now hat he had
He only knew two faces there…that of Mom…and that of Dad.
When he began to crawl and walk…so many years ago
he noticed as he was getting bigger…his house began to grow.
When he was but a little boy and into every room he crept
he knew his house was where he lived…where he ate…and where he slept.
He knew it kept him safe and dry. He knew it’s where his family blended.
He knew it’s where his day began and where, at night, it ended.
When he reached his teenage years he noticed less and less the things within it
because as teenagers are wont to do…he was spending less time in it.
He spent less time at home now…for he was nearly fully grown
Less time with his parents and family…more time on his own…
It wasn’t till he moved away…that he was hit with a surprise
when he began to see his house…through a different set of eyes.
His mind began to wander and his thoughts to reminisce
he thought about his house…and all the things that he now missed.
He suddenly remembered moments…so many lessons his house taught
Moments of love and laughter and family…he thought he’d long forgot.
And when he’d call his parents…he’d ask them if they would
say hi to the house he grew up in…and his parents understood.
Now every time he visits…from wherever he may roam…
he pauses outside his house to smile…
knowing he is home.
