House

My son called the other day
Saying now that he has grown
And has responsibility
For a family of his own,
He hoped that as a parent
He could do the job I did
Providing the security
That he felt as a kid.
I asked, "What security?
You never had a home."
Years while looking for myself,
I forced my kids to roam.
He said, "I was never homeless.
I had the stars above.
You put your arms around me
And built a house of love.
A home, more than walls,
Is showing that you care.
In the end, no matter what,
I knew you'd be there."
I thanking my son for calling
And quickly said good bye.
Too much understanding
Can make a mother cry.

by Joice Fairchild

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