Comforts Of My Childhood Home

My life in song form for my father.

We moved to the country when I was barely eight years old.

Grandpa died and Granny needed someone to carry Papa's load.

I hated that old farm and when I got big enough to roam,

I never dreamed I'd ever be lonely and longing for the comforts of my childhood home.

 

We lived a long way from the city on a gravel road filled with holes.

We had acres of land full of snakes and critters and they made my blood run cold.

Coyotes baying every blessed night.

Completely pitch black, only the heaven for light.

I didn't want an part of stayin' at my childhood home.

 

I ran away for a while, runnin' wild, like many kids from small towns do.

Dyin' for the live I was missing in the city, was gonna make my dreams come true.

In the best way I did, because I had me a son.

That's when I knew what my parents had known.

My boy needed just what I left, the comforts of my childhood home.

 

So we moved back in with Mom & Daddy on that gravel road filled with holes.

The boy loved the land, seeing all the critters, having acres of land to roam.

I've learned that where ever I go in life, no matter where my life leads me,

That old gravel road leads right to my heart and all my fondest memories.

 

Reviews

[Michael G.]

Well written. well thought through. Honest.
Keep writing.

[MOON]

Lovely , nothing like home can sometimes only be appreciated later in life.