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My Sweet Home New Jersey

How can I forget the pain you left in my heart

From dusting soil off my mothers grave 

to the countless times' life tore me apart

My Sweet Home New Jersey

Ohio is calling my name

I can hear the chatter within the walls of my mind

But I am not ashamed

My Sweet Home New Jersey

I have the need to go now

Life has been a wild ride

Ohio, l will find my way somehow. 

Author's Note

What do you think of the poem, content, anything I should add or take out, title, etc? All suggestions are welcome.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

New home and new places. Always a new opportunity. I liked the feel of missing New Jersey and accepting Ohio. Thank you Amanda for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Peter]

Very nice, I think I will read this every time I feel like leaving my addopted state, so even though I dont know you, I will miss you from New Jersey!!

[Onlyme]

Heartfelt beautiful poem. Sad sentiments of yearn and times go past. Bit sweet reminders of yester years.

[Richard M]

This is so beautiful Amanda, but so sad. I feel your emotion and longing inside.

[Olivia Danielle]

It's always hard to start fresh in a new place and meet new people, but eventually one home becomes another in a different way. Very nice poem!

[Riddhi]

Leaving your home may be a difficult thing to do..But sometimes walking on new path is for our better life..Yeah , its is sad to live a place where you have been living for years but you know life and time both are continuosly moving and we don't have any other option but to move with them..And you know a new beginning might be a thing that makes many people scared but I personally find it a chance to start your new life with dreams to achieve and with full energy you should start it...
Keep writing...

[¿]

Leaving home and to start walking on new path....saddening yet confidence in your words...Good read, thanks for sharing!

[Chris]

New starts, fresh beginnings - a chance at having dreams - about says it all.

[Norman 223]

Breaking contact with the familiar is always a wrench, but new experience is also a form of growth that gives you the courage to move on. This is what your poem says to me.

[emipoemi]

I have no words.....my voice is in my awe!! Well done!