My Little Home

I'm once again in my little home
And it seems so very lonely here
For I had to leave the place I love
And the friends I hold so dear.

As I walk from room to room in tears
I see the emptiness there.
No one to greet me with a smile
To show me how much they care.

My momentos are all around me
But somehow they don't seem so much.
For there's no friend to share the joy with
Or the pleasure in a hand-to-hand touch.

The walls seem to echo with laughter
But only in my mind from far over the sea.
In a wonderful place called "White Lodge"
Where my soul is longing to be.

So for now I'll wait in my little home
With sadness while my friends and I are apart.
For the day when I'll return once again
To the place that will forever hold my heart.

©Betty Lindsey 08/6/05