Homesick

The hymns of my youth have become a faint sound, like a train in the distance lost to the night. This road that I'm on is not homeward bound, for I have left the path that leads to the right. I hope my mother will remember my face and father will forgive all my sins. As I lay near death in this far away place, this troubled journey will soon come to an end. 5/8/19

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Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 5/15/2019 12:10:00 AM

A wonderfully expressive sadness is felt in your words Wren. I hope to see this high on the winner's list. : ) xxoo

Susan Ashley

Date: 5/9/2019 9:42:00 PM

Your poem is expressed with finesse, my dear friend. The phrasing, the imagery and the emotion is simply stunning, Wren. Captivating poetry. Best wishes for a win and warmest wishes to you always.. ~Susan

Wren Rushing
Date: 5/10/2019 8:31:00 AM

Thank you Susan, you comments are always welcomed and read as lovely poetry on their own. Have a wonderful day my dear friend!

P.S. Awtry

Date: 5/9/2019 9:31:00 AM

You have captured a poor prodigal's plight. Haunting. Love the mention of the old hymns... “like a train in the distance”— another excellent write from you :). A FAV

Wren Rushing
Date: 5/9/2019 12:07:00 PM

Thank you ps