Home Part1

My first Home

Home is where the soul resides
Where stress and worries resigns
And heads and shoulders recline
Bodies replenish and refine
Home is wherever your mind is at peace with time

Grandmother tells me I’ve lived with her for a bit
Too young to remember our split
Only that woman’s house, who’s name I fondly forget
Where I excelled without notice, to my regret
For I was not Important as lettuce
If I had only rebelled I’d be seen
Would it hurt to love ‘cause I don’t remember feeling it
Why I cant even evoke her image, how much did i despise it

I remember beautiful homes don’t know which was mine
Lawns lush and trim but never for me to play in
At the rear my days were spent
In trees, among leaves, beside tanks
Been given spanks and hit by shoes
Was I child mistreated and abused
I hear the talk of early years
Of trips from home to school
Mom said I did well, i see graduation pictures

Pain and sadness resounds in past thoughts
I wish as I walked passed
With my head in my hands she’d say
This is not the time to quit
Nor is it the time for comparison
For time has no master
And how can you compare unique
With another of its own space
Can you not see beyond thy face

Copyright May2007 J.R. Thomas