In my house, I have a tinkling, twinkling chandelier. My momma
Loves it, my daddy is proud of it. I fascinate about it.
In my house, I have a large piano I play for my mom. She says I'm
Horrible, Papa says I'm melodious. In my house, we
Have a candelabra of Jewish heritage. I shine and polish it regularly.
Momma says she wants to keep it. Daddy says throw it away.
In my house, there was something called Love. My momma loved it.
My daddy did not do so. It dwindled and dwindled, Until
One day it disappeared altogether. Now I travel back and forth two
Houses, one with the chandelier, and one without it.