Trails So Short

Memory of home

Who would have thought that life would lead

Onto trails that would go to home in minutes

Except that home is no longer there anymore

The house is gone_burned_  never rebuilt

 

The land is still there for one can't get rid of land

Except to haul it off inch by inch to another place

Then the open gapping hole would still be there

When going by, I still feel the spirit of the home

 

The life and energy of the place__the laughter

Now that I am domesticated as a plate

I desire to depend on someone who loves me

Like the family loved me then and held me close

 

Someone who is stronger who will lead me to feel

Feel secure and cared for making each day to be

Warm with understanding and all the love I can receive

One like the mother and father that occupied that home

 

A strong earthly person who could offer that love

Understanding, caring, commitment, that of love

As the heavenly father offers to me each day

Only a dream for that is impossible.....

 

 

Author's Note

Memories lately of my home when I was from seven to eleven years old..