Home sweet home.
We often have heard.
Like, home is where the heart is?
Which many has proclaimed.

As a child we might not comprehend this.
But as you get older.
These are the memories you miss.
As a child.
You remember your little tricks.
Which couldn't fool mom or da.
Because they were ahead of the game.

We all have heard from them.
Been there.
Done that.
Still we try again.

Oh, yes.
Home is where the heart is.
Even with a pup.
Who reminds you of many kids?
They play themselves out.
Only to fall asleep.

Just kissing your mom.
This affection last forever.
We sometimes grow older.
And have to think should we kiss dad.

Many think its unmanly.
But playing sports or even fishing too.
Or anything special of interest.
Leaves a strong impression to you..

It might be his colgne.
And with mom her perfume.
These are happy memories.
That stays forever with you.
Cause, home is where is your heart is.

Recollection for some.
Brings on sad memories.
Except in my case.
Mine has been good to me.

Like their pretense that Santa's came.
And they played alone.
Adults sometimes realize.
We spot check this one day.
When we catch them setting up many things.

Rushing us to sleep.
Gets them caught more.
Because many of us are sneaky enough.
To be the assistant to Detective Columbo.

Still, home is where your heart is.
And all my memories will forever be apart of me.

Rising up for church.
When dad refused to go.
That was just one thing.
That dad didn't play along.
It was bad enough that he didn't attend.

I guess to keep mom calm.
Dad knew when to step in.
Soon, I was dressed up.
To attend any church event.

And when you think about it.
There's nothing wrong with worshipping Jesus.
Which stays apart of you for life.

Just like being a child praying upon you knees at night.