A home is a home
no matter the width, the size
treasured forever
lived in from birth
to the time you die.
Feel the gentle breathing
of timbers and frame
holding strong
in winter winds, torrential rains.
All are welcomed
with love, no despair
come
step into this home.
There you’ll share
laughs, great food
and
a glass of sweet cheer.
~ Patrice
Patrice Clarkson – 2022
Today, a special day 101 years ago
A baby was born very far away
No fireworks were let off
No dancing in the streets
But it was special
A baby born this day
Would have been 101.
That baby was my mother
That baby would be 101
I celebrate her life
I celebrate her birth
Always remembering
To me, on this day
A special baby born.
Happy Birthday mom
I love you, remembering
On this day
A special baby born.
~ Patrice
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