Our home is our world
The lights are on as you enter
The people greet you with hugs and kisses
They also welcome you with open arms
The food is on the table and you are hungry.
Our home is our world
There are people who are religious
There are people who love to laugh
There are people you haven’t seen in years
There are all in one house, loving you
No matter who you are.
Our home is our world
We talk about our lives, marriages, births and the like
We talk about politics- all the things we don’t like
We talk about our successes- and how we got far
We talk about our failures- and get advice on how we can get far
We talk about our idols growing up- and where they are now
We talk about ourselves and where we are now.
Our home is our world
Where tradition reigns
Where new things change
Where we are who we are
Where we love others for who they are
Where our place of birth,
Where our place of childhood,
Where our place where we set our marks
How they all are the same after all these years.
Where our home is our world
And our home has never felt so great.
This poem is dedicated to one of my relatives who passed away a couple weeks ago after a long battle with heart disease. He lived a very long life, one that was fruitful and one that was characterized by one thing: His openness. He welcomed everyone. He had a great sense of humor- his laugh one can never match. But he was a man of many words, high morals and a library full of advice for all who needed it. He will be missed by many but the memories will live on. May you rest in peace. ❤
THE FLENSBURG FILES 