Sonny died
I cried
Starting over
My sons
Each married
Left home
Empty house
Quiet telephone
Bedtime early
Hair grayed
Eyes blurred
Outlook dimmed
So alone
Fell down
Who cares?
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“When I Come Home” I get this feeling when I come home. It’s the feeling That I got- Today: when I crossed the Red River barreling toward Ja...
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With words against trouble, I build myself. I need nothing but tears and laughter. I know I am all that I am. and to build my happy home the...
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