Going home...

Home is where my momma lives.

It wasn't really my home
I slept there but never really
lived there...

home is where my momma lives.

On the prairie
where Momma grew up
on land Grandpa bought in 1928
 

Momma lives
in a red brick house

with windows on all sides

 when the curtains are open

you can see straight through

the wind blows

and it's hot in the summer

 and really cold in the winter...

there are always interesting critters
and
bugs

Skunks,

racoons, 

possums,

armadillo,
scorpions,

spiders and tarantulas

snakes and lizards 

and turtles

blue jays and cardinals 

mocking birds

donkeys in the field next door
where the hollyhocks
reach for the sky...
 

Neighbors who knew me before I was born
 

neighbors I know only through my momma's stories
 

neighbors who mow her prairie grass

and bring her mail

and lunch and dinner

 

and clean her house
 and take her to the store

or to town

just for the neighborly friendliness of

time together.

Yep! I'm going there -

Home.

Where my momma lives.