Home Poem by Jim Milks

I ride the same streets of my home town
Past ole’ Mrs. Brown
And her wall where we would sit
All summer right through the fall

Down the street where we
Would play football
Dodging cars and telephone poles
I can still hear the pounding of our feet

Everywhere I go I see the shadows of the past
And I know that not everything will last
So much has changed forever
And not all for the better

There is where my dad taught me how to fish
And a little further down where I got my first kiss
I pass places that bring a chill
And place where I take my daughter still

I passed the playground where I use to play
And I turned 43 today
I now I think I comprehend
What is meant by “Where the Sidewalk never ends.”

This is where I live and thrive
And where the memories of the past and future survive
This is home, where I raise my daughter
And from here I shall never roam

© JPM 2/2/09