Home
Home is where the
toothbrush is.
That’s what I always say.
That’s because I’ve had so
many homes
All along my way.
Home in PA where I grew up,
Home at college at UPJ,
Home in Cheyenne where I
met hubby,
Home with my sister, Nebraska
way,
Home in Wyoming, our first
year,
Home in Craig where was
born our first.
The coldest place we ever
lived,
That winter was the worst.
Home in Dolores Trailer
park,
Home on sixteen acres of
land,
Home in Kemmerer, Wyoming,
When hubby took a job at
hand.
The same for the home in
Denver,
He worked on the new
highway.
Then home in southwest Colorado,
Where we decided to stay.
But no matter where we
live,
No matter where we roam,
We are just passing
through.
Heaven is our Home.
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