“I want to go home” (Copyright 2008)

I want to go home

I want to go home,

to my mother.

And listen to the prophetic words of my father,

then see my two brothers.

I want to go home,

and dive inside of my mother’s garden,

pulling out the weeds and mint vines.

And soften a heart that’s bitter and harden.

I want to go home, and listen to the birds as they sing.

I want to go to wherever princes are made.

Then go to England to see who’ll be crowned King.

I want to go home,

and taste the summer air.

Then let the sun touch my skin,

avoiding everyone as if I was never there.

I want to go home,

and sit in the shade,

beneath a cluster of trees, 

and read something by Billy Collins, page by page.

I want to go home,

and grab my white linen sheets.

Say goodbye to everyone.

Then finally roll over and fall asleep. 

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