Blondie and the Black Sheep

                          in memoriam  -

Marilyn Louise Perkins Crittenden, 1939 - 2015

lost in our own town

          no way home

where's the school

          can't stay home

where are my clothes

           won't be at home

mother left, father alone

           couldn't keep you home

brother said yes, lucky me

           but never your home

you couldn't, you wouldn't stay

           pain is no home

kindred spirits, you and me

           home wasn't home

outsiders, we anchored each other

           home without a home

solace knowing our non-existence

           defined our home

paths separated over the years

           each found a home

and now you've gone

           home.