"The Little House"

The Best Place to Be Is In a Little House, On a Little Hill, Far out In the Country.

On days of uncertainty, and nights of many questions.

My family has come together, like I knew we always would.

With dancing singing flowers, and bears with silly hats, we have stood by one another.

Not sure what will come next.

I am happy I got to come home, to my little house, on the little hill.

I know exactly where my home is.

In a Couple of days, the red white and blue southwest plane will take me back to Indiana.

When I get there, I will have to write papers, and face situations I may not be ready to deal with. 

All I know is, there is a house, and I belong right there. 

P.s. There is a little white church next to the little house, I belong there too.

Same with the little brown pharmacy down the street.

That's where I belong.