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 I Once Was Blind But Now I See

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The Memories of a Loving Home



In all the years of living with my parents we had two homes that belonged to them.
One was a plush home with six rooms and the other was a mobile home we had sometime later.
Love was always there at the places we had and my brother and I grew up loved by our parents.
We knew who our dad was and mother was without a doubt of concern we knew.
There was a love that emanated from their hearts to ours.
The memories of a loving home are still fresh and present in my life and mind.
God had intervened; in our lives with the circumstances we had to face.
Death was it for both my parents later; in my life.
My brother and I are the only two that remain today for our family.
He has many memories but they are his and his alone.
He had procreated with his wife to the point of having four sons.
They have gone on their own way and away from us.
The memories of their home life best remains with them.
But for my brother and mine the memories are of loving parents and a loving home where we always felt the love.
(© Poeticbearlovestowrite 2014)







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