Being Home

Being Home 

I miss the sweetness of the day 

The twilights and the dawns per se 

The rain that fell on old tin roofs 

And the pounding of my horse's hoofs 

The country side so green and fair 

The hills in winter, the County Fair 

The Spring in May, the flowers so wild 

The joy in just being a child 

I miss the dinners on family tables 

The love that made us all feel able 

To face the world so cold and mean 

The beauty in life that can't be seen 

The cows in the meadow, the fish in the creek 

The hay in the hay fields fresh smelling and sweet 

The rabbits that ran when we ran through those fields 

The way we were then when our young lives felt real 

But most of all, I miss the love 

I miss the wonder of skies above 

I miss the way I longed for life 

And never knew then of the oncoming strife

I miss my mom and I miss my dad 

And all the good times we all had 

My brothers and sisters and the farm of my youth 

Working the earth and knowing the truth 

For the truth now escapes me 

As my life slips away 

And the twilights have taken 

All my sunrises away 

How I miss those sweet days 

And the joy I have known 

How I miss feeling loved 

How I miss being Home.

©by Voo 

October 31, 2004

 2:15 a.m.