Christina M. Ward

Let’s face it, living in cheap rental homes is no fun.

But while you are stuck in the financial setbacks and the upward struggles, this “limbo” IS your home. May as well slap a $3.25  Dollar General wreath on that door and make the best of it!

…see my poem below, about making the best of a situation.

Would love to hear your response to the poem.

Coming Home

There’s just something wonderful
about coming home again.

The back-porch steps know the weight
of your tired ass in the evenings,
the feel of your toes scraping
back and forth
on the cool concrete steps.

The grass knows the shapes
you carve into it.
The blades bend in submission,
then grow tall again
and wait for you.

The music knows just how
to crawl out of windows,
bend itself around corners,
disappear without capture.

Mockingbirds sit and wait,
sing you awake in the morning,
always too early
for sleepy ears.

Coming home,
to a place you don’t belong
is better than having
no place to be.

At least the door knows your key
and turns to let you in.