Going Home

 Can you ever go home

As of the times before

Seeing that old white door

Can you ever go home

Or is it of never no more

My memories can take me there

It also lets me leave

I see the long driveway

The little house

Just sitting up there

Saying come on in

The mailbox by the highway

As it always was

Would the little dog named Skippy meet me

Maybe our old dog Jeff

I see the old shed

With its paint weathered off the outer walls

A few old cars

Parked here and there

The garden as big as it ever was

The smokehouse off to the corner

These are the good memories I see

I could go home just for these

The family, life

Of old times had

Are but of memories

That I'd never want to see

The memories I can shut down if I please

Our home was a house

Nothing more, nothing less

I hear the yelling, the screams

Now I shut my memories of yesterday

No, I can't go back home

I will divide the memories

Ones to keep

Ones to share

Ones to own

Ones to care

I walk away looking back

The white door getting smaller and smaller

That's my memories being buried deep....

Michael VanDyke C@ 2025