What Life is Like

True Home

I miss my home.

I miss the smell of the heat.

I miss my friends and family.

I miss the quiet sound of the crickets.

I miss my Papa.

He's a good man.

I miss his quietness.

I miss his bravery.

I miss my Grandma.

She is always kind.

I miss her loving embrace.

I miss her ability of making others unafraid.

I miss my friends.

They are loyal.

I miss their kind words.

I miss their encouragement.

I miss my town.

It is always never crowded.

I miss it's people.

I miss it's history.