You Can Always Come Home I didn’t end up on your doorstep like some babies, You knew I was on my way, You were ready for me. You loved me and gave me a wonderful name. When I left you, You prayed for God to bring me home, I came home different, You loved me the same as if I never left. When I graduated high school, I left home, I became sick at college my freshman year, You brought me home, You loved me the same as always, When I wanted to visit family in NY, Things didn’t go so well, You said I could come home, You loved me as if I never left. You left me in North Carolina, My home moved with you all, I always dressed up to visit, I longed for home! I loved calling you every day, The calls became shorter, When you became ill, I couldn’t be by your side like Dad, I prayed for God to bring you home, Heaven was ready for you, God brought you home! I will always love you, Mom! I wrote this to honor the memory of my Mom because of her birthday passing and Mother's day coming up.
Welcome to the corrupted menagerie that is the mind of Master Joshua Harke. Beautifully wrapped around PTSD, Bipolar disorders and Love. I strive to spread messages of love, hope and rising above the pain.