Home is Where the Shoe Is

Down the side of the valley by the River Bleu

You’ll find an old house in the shape of a shoe

It’s large and brown, yet has no smell

That’s ‘cause my mother's kept it so well

She raised twelve kids including myself

In this house in the valley with no extra help

In the mornings she’d teach us ours wrongs from our rights

and care for us, love us, and kiss us goodnight

For fun she’d tie shapes and cute little bows

from the laces provided from our oddly shaped home

And when friends would judge us on where we lived

this was the advice she would always give:

“Yes our house is different, it may not be chic

But that simply means it’s a house that’s unique

And just like each child that lives inside

It’s one of a kind; that cannot be denied!”

Our house is unique, maybe even strange

But for no other home would I like to exchange

It’s where I grew up, it’s where I was raised

It’s where my mom cared for us in many ways

So we thank you mom, through and through

For the home you’ve created in our special old shoe