NO PLACE
LIKE HOME
There
is no place like home...
the place
where we were raised.
Where
we caught butterflies
and made
mudpies 'neath the old Magnolia tree,
hugged
newborn puppies as sweet as we,
cuddled
baby dolls and played "Mom."
Where
the scent of perfumed flowers
surround
like Mom's love,
and
Dad comes in at day's end from work
with the
surprise of chewing gum
hidden
in his shirt pocket for us.
Meanwhile,
the aroma of cornbread,
the clatter
of pots and pans in the kitchen
begs our
attendance at a family meal.
The parties
and proms,
pageants
and parades,
horse
shows and boat races,
holidays
and fun,
with a
lake at the center
to pull
fond memories
of a place
called
HOME.
In our
workplace the days become long,
the choices
not ours, the trials disappointing.
Nothing
can erase a memory of a place like home
where
dwells the base of the mold by which we were formed.
...where
recollections of a time now past eases the stress.
No, there
is no place like home to return to the basics,
never
too late to turn back time
to capture
that memory just once more.
The older
we get, the more set in our ways,
the more
we reminisce of days now gone,
the simple
times with friends and family.
We've
all learned much in our world since then...
growing
to love, respect and honor our world.
Don't
overlook the beauty of
HOME
no matter
how old or young.
Take the
time today to say hello to families you know.
Take time
to call on family members.
Drop a
line to a dear friend you haven't seen in a while.
Take time
to write a special memo of the day
to bring
out and read again and again some dreary day.
Take time
to make it a special day
and to
make your home...no place like
HOME.
L.
Jean
