TO SAMMY- 66 YEARS OF HOME
Home, fortunate to be my pleasant place;
my hubby and I talk face to face.
Home, all my belongings there I stash;
got a lot of stuff, just not cash.
Home, cars can park on my one-acre lawn;
afternoon naps when I yawn.
Home, when ill health becomes hard to bear
Sammy helps with loving care.
Home, food and drink and company too,
if you were near, we’d invite you.
Home, a place to have the family meet,
games and songs and plenty to eat.
Home, sixty-six years since we were wed,
tied the knot with unbreakable thread.
Edited from three years ago.