Saturday, August 29, 2009

Sweet, Sweet, Sweet

Home will never leave me. It is what I lived. It is what I know. It became a part of what I dream for myself. I ran as fast as I could to get away and there are some days when I want to run as fast as I can to get back. The peace that is there isn't anywhere else. Not as far as I know anyway. It's like a good medicine or a deep, deep breath. There is something in the air there and it is sweet, sweet, sweet.

1 comment:

  1. Oh Mama, that's all we ever wanted for you--a place...a home-place. It will always be here. We love you.