There Really Is No Place Like Home
ometimes. I just want to go back home, to spend time with my Family once more, my soul deeply
ongs for my childhood existence at times (just one more visit with my Grandma, Gramps, My
addy, and my Mom) I long to hear their laughter and feel their hugs of encouragement and safety,
miss the smells of home, the intense conversations at the table on world views and the Bible.
Many nights I have dreamed I was with my Daddy, and he took my hand, but we could only walk but
o far and he would then leave me behind, I long to see him again, spend time, talk and glean from
is wisdom, but until then, he has given me a rich foundation, preparing me for my future, and not
o ever settle for anything less than what he has given me God, and a standard of excellence.
erhaps that’s why I can’t allow myself to be a bitch, or a whore, or anything trifle or stupid,
ecause my daddy groomed me to be a strong black, well informed woman, who knows what she
wants and goes after it.
My family no longer exist. I miss them so much it breaks my heart, I recently buried my last Aunt.
have new friends now, adding more everyday and I love and trust those close to me with my
whole heart. But it seems no matter how much I accomplish or achieve in the real or here,
hat tiny little girl, deep inside of me, still desires, at times to go back home. And I can’t.
lease do Cherish what you have.
Moorrie (Lil mo)