My Place of Love

I have this place, this one place.

Those short-skirted, always busy chatty, and talkative sisters.

"Did you take my shirt with out asking?!", "Where is my nail polish!",

"Would you please get out of the bathroom?!".

There are annoying, pestering brothers.

"Can you help me with my homework??",

"Do you wanna play Kingdom Hearts with me?", "Guess what? Daddy's taking me to McDonald's again!"

And there are those nagging, exasperating parents.

"Did you finish your homework?", "Go clean your room right now young lady!",

"We're doing this for your own good."

As years go by, this place increases with colorful new faces, from different races,

sex, and religions. In short, tall, fat, and small sizes.



Halloween means lots of wishing to go trick-or-treating,
but always get the same
"you're too old for trick-or-treating", or
"it's too dangerous to go trick-or-treating in this neighborhood."
Instead all types of candies and goods come home with you from school.

Thanksgiving means of course lots of shouting across the table.
"Pass the mash potatoes!"
"Pass the turkey!" "May I please have some peas?"
Steaming , hot, mouth-watering food is passed back and forth.
Hot apple pie, and Pumpkin pie is for desert.
Afterwards is a fun and exciting movie.

Christmas means lots of celebrating !
Celebration of the birth of Jesus Christ.
Go to church. It's a long, but enjoyable service.
Get home and open presents!
Boxes and packages of colorful, heavy, light, small and big presents are passed. "I wonder what's in this one?" "Omigosh! look at what daddy bought for me!" "This is just what I wanted! thanks mom!"

Funerals mean sadness and grief that's spread around like a dark blanket.
The cold, hard coffin stares back at me.
People dressed in different shades of red.
Burgundy, violet red, and magenta.
Red, you see, was her favorite color.
A wave of cold silence and sadness comes over me...

My place is nowhere located on a map or globe.
It's not exactly always filled with
"sunshine, butterflies and rainbows."
But it's not exactly a lonely deserted place.
No. This place is never empty. Never.
It's huge , warm and open to those who are kind.
This place is covered with ribbons of red to represent love and pain.
It's also covered with billions of blue sparkles and stars to show how many times I've ever laughed.

My place is of course not visible to the human eye.
Only God, Jesus and I could ever see it.
Sometimes I'm afraid to let others into this place, for fear that they just might hurt me.

This place is right across from my hopes and it's down the street from my dreams. It means the World to me.
Before She left, She said that she'll always be in this place.

This wonderful place is my heart. <3