A home

I stood outside the gate

waiting for the pain

and tears to wash over me

all I saw was a little girl

skipping around the garden

bending over her little flowerbed

and whispering her secrets

to the fairies only her little eyes

could behold

innocence was her best friend

happiness waiting to be snatched ...


little did she realize


god was cruel too ...

for he gave so much and snatched so much


and then comforted one in prayer ...

I stood outside the home I loved

waiting for the pain and tears to wash over me ...

the years had passed but not the yearning

to be in that house of love...


to many its just sand and stones ...

If only the house could speak

it would tell a tale of happiness ...

and innocence

of a family .

MM (2011)