Best Leaving Home Poems
chances of me leaving home
chances of me donning blues
chances of me wearing a flight suit
chances of me being chosen
to carry the sports flag
chances of me staying
what chance do I have to find love
chances of living a life apart
from what I had known
chances of being whistled at by ships
chances of the greatest adventure of my life
chances of boogie boarding the Pacific
chances of kittens
yes, kittens…mom wasn’t a fan
chances of tempura and teriyaki
chances of children in muumuus and leis
chances of sunshine and rainy season days
chances motor pedaling a bit far away
what we won’t do when we are pinch-cheek young
chances of wading, submerging, merging
with (parrot- butterfly- trigger- trumpet- ) fish; and tangs
chances of Hanauma reef and frozen peas
chances of being half a world away
chances of my son finding love in Guam
chances of my daughters marrying Southerners
chances of happiness
chances of me leaving home
Parents nurture young
Finally freedom to fly
Fledglings spread their wings
28th April 2015
A life moves on
The empty space
A vacancy
The smile missed face
The heartfelt ache
The hopeful joy
Of knowing birds
Must wings deploy
The silent cloak
Of no-one there
Is draped on shoulders
Poised to bear
A voice, a note
Would lift the heart
Small gesture to
The soul impart
Some comfort
In the knowing that
The gloss of memory
Not turned to matte
For vibrant is
The emptiness
Highlighting your
Full presence, yes
And more
Despite the heartache burn
It waits with Love
For your return
In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores
for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `
Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
The red album, The blue album , The White album
Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
Ringo's face , something hard to understand underneath~
I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears
For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence
Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died
I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it "
No .. this was not my hero in music and song .
he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes
bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss
One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
his world of secrets
He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
The very sad long and winding Road ~
Let us Bury our real Paul.
No more " Mystery tour "
No more fear
Let him be in peace ~
Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "
Excitement and joy yet pain
Fearful and so sad yet bliss
A dream to be realised
Boughs bend to the wind
Morning, a grey smudge.
Blurred senses stirring slowly.
Holding your brown case,
You creep down the creaking stairs,
Lift the clacking latch, then leave.
It wasn't hard to say goodbye
Until I saw my sister cry
Then so did I
As we drove away.
It wasn't hard to say chaio
To the laugh lines in the brow
Of my Dad who showed me how
As his hug wished me to stay
It wasn't hard to say bonjour
To my mother at the door
As our tears started to pour
In the last hug of the day
It wasn't hard to say adieu
To everything I knew
Looking forward as I flew
To finding my own way.
How will I know if this day is right for me?
I have waited oh so long to do what needs to be.
But, is the first step, the best thing, for me to do?
How will I be able to know if… all will work out true?
The first day is the hardest, but what will happen if I fail?
How can I continue forth, if everything is to no avail?
There will be no back up as I stand there all alone.
What, oh what, will happen when I am on my own?
The world is so frightening, at the very best of times.
How can I know that this… is really the right time?
So many years have come and gone away,
And now the time has come that I should leave;
The sanctuary where I was to pray,
The haven where my heart was free to grieve.
I never had to front or fog the facts.
It knew me as I knew myself to be,
And as I wait to walk upon the tracks,
I feel as though it's from myself I flee.
Now it only houses me in sorrow,
By misty memories of days long passed;
Knowing I'll be on my own tomorrow,
And wondering how long this pain will last.
If home is where the heart is then I find,
I'll have to leave my broken heart behind.
Crying softly in the
back seat, as I
wait for endless greens
woods
farms, cows
to stop.
It’s easier to grieve them
out of sight.
leaving home
tell tales of courage
hope and faith my
mind will not hold these
sliding thoughts tonight.
tonight I am afraid
it has been growing
in my gut all day
tying myriad knots
like a crazed boy scout.
I am afraid with no surcease
it is paralyzing me
binding me into the woman
I do not know.
write, write,
scribble her out
it is my only way of
battle, expose the witch.
fear is corrosive
and scuttles through
my night an alien
awaiting me tomorrow.
There is a wee tall tale,
that me father told us three.
He'd heard it from his father before him.
It was part of his family tree.
He told of how he'd left Ireland,
and sailed the ocean blue,
to land in another country,
that to him was all new.
He told of why he'd gone there,
of the nasty deed he'd done,
and how he'd had to sail away,
and keep right on the run.
He told of how his mother,
cried when he sailed.
She wiped her tears on her apron,
and gave way to a sad, sad wail.
She knew she'd nary again see him.
This child she loved so well,
for he was now a fugitive.
His soul he'd had to sell.
So as the tears were falling,
she bid him fond farewell.
She kissed his cheek so softly,
and told him, her love with him would dwell.
And as the ship left harbor,
with this young Irish lad,
a mother's heart was broken,
with the pain of one who's sad.
I miss me mother dearly now,
for all these may a year,
but I'm glad to have you sons,
to be with me right here.
And the moral of this story:
If you must ever roam,
Take your mother's address,
so you can keep in touch with home.
I can't bear to say goodbye, go back to that place,
All the memories moving out, the rooms empty space,
To see it will make me fall to my knees,
Lord, I miss her so much, I can barely breathe,
Inside me, a hurricane that can't tame its wind,
When it touches ground, shaking my foundation within,
To put on a smile and live past the pain,
Is like lying to my heart all over again,
on leaving home:
i have learned to count souly on myself
cause if i fail
i have only one person to blame
MYSELF
It's not easy, mom,
just leaving home....
leave everyone I've ever loved
all I've ever known....
To just walk away
and begin a new..
All on my own , mom,
without you...
But you taught me well
and raised me right
helped me to grow wings, mom,
prepared me for flight...
To see the world, mom,
in a whole new way....
Learn what i couldn't learn,
if Iwere to stay........