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Dad’s House

We used to go to “Mom and Dad’s”
But those days are no more
“Dad’s” is what we’ll call it now
T’will never be what it was before

I know I’ll slip and make mistake
And use the same old name
Each time I’ve done it these few days
It hasn’t felt the same

This kind of change is nothing new
My feelings others share
To speak of going to her house
But know she isn’t there

And so we’ll smile and laugh a bit
When one of us digress
This isn’t Mom’s house anymore
She has a new address

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1. Joan - December 21, 2008

This is really good thoughts of my own home life


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