She couldn't have been much more than eight
When it struck her this house * this family was not her fate
I don't know these people - they don't know me
We never make time to relate or to even just to be
They don't seem to like me either
they don't even like each other
There's no common ground to share
No affection no * communal care
We just go about our business unaware
What does it mean standing in the dark
of night pleading to the sky to take her home.
A young mind - Not yet spoiled
From being too long in this world,
remembering a dream of a warm
loving place somewhere * out there * called home
She remembered love, not what she feels here
Her Libra heart chose to believe Venus
was her planet of love * her last place to be
So there she is - found more nights than one
Beseeching for someone to please
please come to take her home.
Year's gone on - now a woman - no longer eight but 81
Standing in the backyard still staring at the night sky
begging for some way to reclaim the
All but lost feeling of being back home
About the Creator
Jan Portugal
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