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
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