This Place We Call Home

 

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This place we call home is not just a house on the street.
The home is made by the family love we share so sweet.
We lived in many different houses along our life’s long way,
But our home we made ourselves with love there to stay.

 

 

 

 

 

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This Place We Call Home

 

 

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There’s a place that we call home where we keep all our stuff.
That we’ve accumulated for years never seeming to have enough.
But our home is so much more that a place where we do live.
It’s where we raised both our children who our love we did give.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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It’s where we walked the floor holding our babies so very near,
When they awakened at night all alone in their bed with tears.
We fed them and changed those diapers that smelled so bad,
To keep them healthy as they grew to toddlers hugging old dad.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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It’s where we talked funny to our babies until they learned to talk,
And where we held their little hands until they learned to walk.
And put things up out of reach to keep them out of harms way,
As they ran through our home grabbing everything without delay.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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It’s where we told them nice stories as in their beds they laid,
And where we taught them to kneel beside their beds to pray.
And fed them nourishing meals to help them grow up strong.
And dressed them in nice cute clothes while singing a song.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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It’s where we got them ready for their very first day of school.
Making sure they were just perfect and looking so very cool.
And nursed them back to health when they got a case of the flu.
With homemade potato soup to help them right on through.

 

 

 

 

 

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It’s where we dressed them for dance class and soft ball teams,
As they grew to young ladies with great personalities that beam.
It’s where they brought their friends over to do fun things,
While learning about young boys and the joy they could bring.

 

 

 

 

 

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It’s where they asked us for that first car that we bought them.
And tried on those designer clothes making my billfold thin.
And helped them get ready for their date for high school prom,
Then waited up so late until they got home safely there from.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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It’s where they put on a cap and gown for high school graduation,
All grown up young ladies now, ready for a college education.
It’s where they came back to, when they got a break from classes,
At OSU with thousands of other college students in the masses.

 

 

 

 

 

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Now our girls both have their own homes learning for themselves,
The same family love in their homes that we had for ourselves.
The cycle of life continues as we grow older and get so gray.
Just like love our Moms and Dads had raising us along their way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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So you see why this place we call home is so very special to me,
With lots of good memories of the love we shared there, you see.
When I traveled the world, I longed for home there as I roamed,
Always remembering that saying, “there’s no place like home.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

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By Bill

 

 

 

 

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Thanks for reading This Place We Call Home,
Bill