There was a home
A home of a sort
Which held a generation of stories in its heart.
...
The long, lonely, pale road
Traverse through the colorful path
A moist pair of hopeless eyes
...
You were there in the little things of life
Me with uncalled, unsought behavior of mine
You seemed far away though always in heart
...
I wake up after a deep disturbed sleep, counting the pain of numerous nights.
Looking for a lost friend,
For an old, wrinkled, shaky hand of immense support.
...
Home
There was a home
A home of a sort
Which held a generation of stories in its heart.
It had a corner
A corner to cry
Which embraced me when I fell apart…
There were walls to protect me from ills
There were windows to set my spirits free..
It was a home
A home set apart
A solid in its soul
And soft in its heart