A few months ago my life was helter skelter
Now, I rejoice, in the laughter at the shelter.
There is never a problem that one of us has not been through.
There is always joy and understanding even when skies are not blue.
We have our own experiences.
We have compassion in the pain.
But, now, I am at home in the Shelter
I am learning to dance in the rain.
I have a family.
I am home.
((Which for a homeless person is everything one could ever dream about))
I have a place in the sun with a loving family of that there is no doubt.
