Going Home
I want to visit my parent's home
That sits beside the river,
I want to sleep in that special room
Where the photos were framed in silver.
I want to sit in the kitchen
At that table made of oak,
I will drink coffee with my Dad
And laugh at all his jokes.
I want to do some shopping
Just Mom and I alone
She will say to everyone
Look, my daughter just came home.
I will go and visit my Uncle
And he will make me smile
With all his latest gossip
Now this may take awhile.
That home is someone elses now
I can't visit anymore,
I will never sit on their veranda
Or have a key to that front door.
What I would give to go back there
To see the boats cruise by,
Oh please God will you hold me
Please hold me while I cry.
Lynn Barany
Copyright © Lynn Hanna Barany | Year Posted 2011
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