I’ve been back and forth, in this hallway,
So many times, during, this life’s stay,
Now over sixty years, the scenery, is about the same.
From the color of the paint, to the pictures, on the wall,
This is the place, where all my memories, started,
Where I first learned to walk, from a crawl.
I came into this life, the youngest, in a family, of five,
Now I am the only one, that is still alive,
My dad built this house, before, I was even born,
This farm field, now A town, that survived many storms.
Now I am the guardian, of my parents, old Lab dog, Ginger,
She spends most days, laying in her kennel, chewing on bones,
It’s special, coming back, owning the house, where you were raised,
One big change, A house is not A home, when your always alone.
Tom Maxwell©03/28/2019 AD 8:35 AM