A Happy Home
Everyone has a story to share,
No matter if others may seem to care.
When asked, “What memory brings you the light?”
I think of the day when all felt just right.
A rainy day cast a somber gray hue,
With Vincent and Michael, my brothers, so true.
At Grandma’s we sat, with unease on our hearts,
“Why are we here? Why did we part?”
“Your parents had troubles, a great misunderstanding,
They thought it best to let time do the handing.”
“But five years is long; don’t you think that’s strange?”
I pondered aloud, feeling lost in this change.
Grandma looked troubled, then picked up the phone,
“John, it’s about time you face what you’ve sown.
These kids are asking, and they need to see,
You must end this mess; come home to your family.”
My mother was gone, with another man near,
Five years had flown, where once was mere fear.
“Time to move on,” I thought, feeling torn,
Yet hope filled my heart like a bright, shining dawn.
My father then called with a voice full of care,
“I’ve been blind to the truth; I should’ve been fair.
I miss you, my love, and the kids miss you too,
Please come home to us; let’s start life anew.”
“What’s happening?” Mom asked, with a heart open wide,
“I’m longing for home; it’s time to decide.”
A miracle happened, she let her man go,
And came straight back home, where love’s warm glow.
Dad quit his job, putting family first,
For the love he had lost, the pain and the thirst.
That night we celebrated, joy filled our tone,
We called it a reunion, a true happy home.
From that day forward, our laughter was free,
In this happy home where we all longed to be.
Now I sit back, wishing for playful strife,
Just a hint of the fire that sparks up our life.
For we are united, our love deeply sewn,
In this happy home that we now call our own.
Everyone has a story, and this one is mine—
Of reunion and joy, where the stars brightly shine.
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