By: Marilyn Stickler

A little spot in the heartland,
A little spot in your heart.
Where families are created,
And legacies carry on.
Where meals are around a table,
And the front of a fridge is your trophy case.
Where names are recycled,
And recipes stay secret.
Where talking over one another is normal,
And arguing a second language.
But things get messy,
We all grow up.
Never worrying what the future may bring,
Always having home as a crutch.