True Home
Somewhere
the road took a turn
Somewhere between
where you needed me
and I needed to be free
Somehow
your little life buddy
who watched the storms
and listened to your stories
wandered off to other quarries
Sometimes
I remember how it was
when I was young
and we were closer then
and I was even your friend
Some way
I still sense your love
in your shielded words
Though we are never there
and you may think I don't care
Someday
We may yet reach out
and return to our true home
when this junk is finally gone
Yes I love you mom
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Heart to Heart
PoetryCongratulations to our winners of the June 2017 Contest Heart to Heart, AmbergrisJane and Ajay-Kumar. If you could talk heart to heart with someone, what would you say. Check out the title page for rules.
