Our Home from neighborpoem by Hugh Trimble

You turned to face our home
Child you're the only one of you
Your brother's withered hung
Your sister's burning in the sun

We cannot offer much
But take whatever you can touch
There's three and then there's one
There's you and there's every one of us

We know you ain't here for long
But our home is your own
We know we ain't here for long
But our home is your own

There's water in your glass
The summer sighing at your back
She's breathing out her last
It's on your watch that she is passing on

Creature of the womb
You're blessing all we in your bloom
If Lazarus was moved
I'm sure it's when he reached for you

Low and behold

We know you ain't here for long
But our home is your own
We know we ain't here for long
But our home is your own

It's true I cut you down
Took you willing from the ground
You came without a sound
And took the drink we saved from the fountain

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