I took this photo of my niece last Christmas as she slept soundly in my childhood bedroom in the bed that I used to sleep in. The room looks a little different, but I’ve been thinking about this photo for awhile after hearing a song by Hem called “Half Acre”.
I am holding half an acre
Torn from the map of Michigan
And folded in this scrap of paper
Is a land I grew in
Think of every town you’ve lived in
And what is it that you remember?
Do you carry every sadness with you?
Every hour your heart was broken
Every night the fear and darkness
Lay down with you……..
But I am holding half an acre
Torn from the map of Michigan
I am carrying this scrap of paper
That can crack the darkest sky wide open
Every burden taken from me
Every night my heart unfolding
My home
That room and bed was where I held every hope for my future and my dreams. With my legs pointed westward and my head in the clouds, I always hoped
to live out West. Following your dreams out of your bed and into reality is a much harder task. Thank you sweet JuJu for
keeping my bed warm and looking over our “Half Acre”. I hope that head and that room are filled with just as many of your dreams.