One Day I'Ll Go Home

One Day I’ll go Home. Home is where I could do anything. I would listen to my music and clean as often as I liked. There was no right or wrong as time belonged to me. When I listened to my music nothing else mattered I was just happy. Happy was a simple thing with only music and cleaning for my home was a happy place for me! Music brought an upbeat rhythm to lift my spirit at all times. I felt the beat as I moved about doing all things in time with the songs. I enjoyed cleaning my home with joy as things shined so for my pleasure. A combination of music and cleaning nothing could beat. I wanted and needed to feel so complete. Now a new house and life with music I still have. Now the music is less and the cleaning so rare. The joy of the shine is far from my home and the call of pleasure and being complete I’ve left behind. The feeling’s once felt while my music played and I scrubbed things down has been handed over to another. My purpose has changed to be that of another. I fill this house with things from life with part time music and rarely clean as someone other does this. I have a purpose in this house and although kept secret my spirit knows things come to pass. The rhythm of my music and the spirit of the song will ensure happiness come along! Now as I grow old my mind turns inward to find my home. I am there at last the place where my music plays and I find rhythm. I see myself start to clean and the shine appears. What welcomed relief to hear and see these things that made me so complete. Once again I am just that for joy fills my heart and I know I am home again. Debbie Knapp.