Here's Mamacita's Poem....

Home Is Where They Wait

Home is where the laundry’s always hanging out to dry,

Where someone's working in the yard, beneath the summer sky

And sundry dogs and cats cavort, the back door opened wide;

And still they wait…

Home is where our buddies come, to have a little fun,

To play some games and have a plate of supper when they’re done,

Where silly jokes and stories entertain them, every one;

And still they wait…

Home is where the people live who know your history

Who watch your present struggles, and give advice for free

Who pray that God will guide you on, and grant serenity;

And still they wait…

What are they waiting for? Is it just the “good ol’ days”?

A sentimental re-run of a childhood time and space?

No, it’s a time when all of us are home, all in one place;

'Cause home is where whom you've become is cherished and embraced.

Cindy Selby

9-27-10