462 To Dorothy at 90 July, 2012

Posted on March 11, 2016 by Ken Greenman

You wobble a bit as you stand
on your toes
to click your heels.
“There’s no place like home.
There’s no place like home.”
That’s how your heart feels.
But nothing changes.
There are no ruby slippers,
just your old comfy brogans.
You can’t go home again,
because there’s no place like home,
anymore.
Aunty Em is a gonner.
The old farm house
is a parking lot in a strip mall.
So, Dot,
where ever you are,
you’re
home.

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Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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