My home is me
but up for sale
I'll show you round
do you read brail?
The views I love
please see through my eyes
look around, see the blue above
can you pay my price
as you haggle to buy
Do you know what you're buying?
the garden built with love
My kara lies beneath the rose
the yellow "children in need" but I know
it's only another shrub
The way the drive
curves and tilts
so welcoming as I come home
this my house, home that I rebuilt
You ask me about cupboards and curtains
are they included in the price?
my look, my reply, is so uncertain
what price to put on paradise?
These items I made with tender care
striving for warmth make them feel at home
to give my friends and share
with legs curled under or free to roam
they ask what is that smell?
I explain it's perfume of my candles
and plead with me, I want the name, please tell
they can't say the name, it comes out all tangled
Snoops wanders in, no mouse today
looks at me and say, MUM?
This is my home, here I know my way
you know I love to cause pandemoinium
The wife starts to moan
and he starts to agree
inside I seethe and groan
I need not a two faced jury
I will sell my home, if you'll love it too
but if you don't
I promise this, the amount to pay
is far too much for you!
You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
[This message has been edited by RainbowGirl (edited 09-03-99).]