Somewhere In My Home

Somewhere in my home you’ll find

pictures heaped and piled

of a small boy holding his toy

and the mother holding her child.

Somewhere in my home you’ll find

a small boy’s bat and ball,

a T-shirt stained from dirt and grass,

a worn glove with them all.

Somewhere in my home you’ll find

a piano black and white

where a small boy worked so many hours

until he played it right.

Somewhere in my home you’ll find

a scout book torn and bent

with witness of a small boy’s deeds

and vast accomplishments.

Somewhere in my home you’ll find

a tiny wooden bow

shot by a small boy all day long

in fields where hay would grow.

Somewhere in my home you’ll find

a faded teddy bear

held tight at night by a small boy

protecting from nightmares.

Somewhere in my home you’ll see

that small boy fully grown

saying “thank you for these memories”

such memories I call my own.