Going Home

free verse or poetry prose Hey Sis, next Monday I'm going home again It's been fifty or more years I've lost count. I can still taste the dust of traveling with the car windows down. Do you remember the few times our older brother would let one of us open and close the cattle gates once we got off the main road? There were at least three double stops and starts along the way. Do you remember the gray ramshackle house, which won't be there I am sure. Do you remember the old well, which will be filled in or at least covered. First thing, I will check the cemetery for the graves of our great aunts who were still living when we last visited the farm. Next week, I will find the graveyard has now been fenced with our surname on the gate. I have seen pictures on the Internet. I will check for great-granddaddy's stone which I have seen but don't remember. There won't be any stops and starts for there is a new lane called Cemetery Lane which looks to be graveled and well-kept. When I get back home I will call you and tell you about the trip and all the new things I will have discovered going home again. You will ask a hundred or more questions which I won't be able to answer. Don't anyone tell me you can't go home again. I'm going, knowing it won't be the same but confident it will be well-worth the trip to find what has changed. written 25/Sep/2014