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Two acres of land and house,

I truly loved my home,



Sitting in the mountains,

So peaceful and alone,



The yard filled with plants,

Always looking neat,



The smell of wild flowers,

Growing by the creek,



The house not anything fancy,

I was still full of pride,



At the neatness and the beauty,

Of which it held inside,



A family torn apart,

What would happen to the house,



Unable to afford an attorney

I sat quiet as a mouse,



The judge then made his ruling,

The house I did loose,



Seven more months to live there,

Then make a dreaded move,



The saddness felt so heavy,

As it laid upon my heart,



My home I loved so dearly,

I couldn't bear to part,



Walking daily in my yard,

And memories passing by,



Children playing in the creek,

I hung my head and cried,



Having trouble letting go,

Trying everyday,



I did not know how to cope,

To God I then did pray,



Help me God through this pain,

Forever this has been my home,



I feel so helpless and afraid,

I feel so all alone,



A sudden flood, my house did burn

In an instant God let me know



He was listening and answered a prayer

And forced mt to let go,



No one now would live in my house,

I discovered I was never alone,



For you see it wasn't the house itself

That made my house a home,



It was my family and all the love

The good times and the bad,



I learned that  home is anywhere

I now do not feel sad,



A building you can call a house,

A place to eat and sleep,



But memories are what make a home,

This is home I get to keep.