WHAT I CALL HOME

Jolly times, puppets on a string
Greeting each young sun happily
As we awaited our morning crumbs
From last night's magic of our mom
Each sundown, a made history

We spent each day in a child's bliss
The clay grew, the child trapped within
Mom broke all odds, gave us a home;
Jolly times.

Coat of many shades, peak of beauty
The chores and play spelt our duty
Dawn ticks to bring our jewel home
With hope and joy , her tracks we roamed
To hug the home we've all day missed
Jolly times

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