A Change of View Inside Myself
Childhood days knew frivolous fun.
Nights brought fears one by one.
Possessions were many we needed naught.
My heart ached for the love I sought.
Manicured yards brought flowers bloom.
Inside myself was disaster’s loom.
Unique and historic our house served a mission.
Provided warmth; whipped into submission.
Words whirled around like a centrifuge.
God’s loving Son was my soul’s refuge.
Escape came young, but I finished school.
I learned to love and live the golden rule.
© March 12, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen
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