Cause Your Heart is a Trailer Park

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 64
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There are memories I choose not to live with, but we occasionally meet for a drink. 
~Robert Brault

North Texas is a land of storms

And in 1970 so was our living room

And when your 6 years old

You can’t just pick up and leave town

Your stuck like a fence post

In the middle of tornado alley

The rain is going to come down hard

The winds may knock you down

Cause your heart is a trailer park

That is just the way it is

So you learn to pray

And sometimes look the other way

Like the eastern window of an old house

Then no matter how you try

Part of it follows you

Down the road are pieces of your past

Like remnants of a tornado’s destruction

And you find yourself sitting

Back in that same old place even if it is just for a little while

I look back and I see that 6-year-old sometimes

And find she is not that far away

Just another rain storm away

From remembering

What not to say.