Home.

I run to the mailbox once again,
Eager to hear news from home
I already recognize the familiar blue envelope and I grab it with glee,
Dashing Inside like an excited toddler,
I open the letter and read through,

The Memories are coming back now,
My eyes are pooled with unshed tears,
"We are doing well",it reads,
"And we miss you very much",
The rest of the week passes by in a blur,
And I long for the sweet smell of home,

Been a long while in this strange land,
My bags are packed and ready,
There's so much here that calls to me,
But Home is where the heart is.