Home

(poems go here) In a far away distance, I hear Someone, something, my country Telling me, begging me to come Home Come Home to her, where for a long time I felt safe. Safe is how you feel when you fall And your mother wraps her arms around you And comforts you. My country is my comfort, my mainstay, my mother. It saw me grow up, make mistakes, mature. It taught me that life is not misery But what you make of it. It also taught me how to love. And like a mother, it gave me A family that I can depend on, And friends that I would always run slowly back to. But I have left her behind, The one that guided me throughout my youth. She is a piece of me, and with her gone I feel abandoned like a child whenever he is left behind. But it’s time to travel back Home, Time to reconcile with the time that was lost Like a clock resetting to its proper time Leaving bittersweet memories of how much time’s passed. I stand sometimes, remembering with sweet agony The joys of being in my homeland. She and I have always been a part of each other Like a mother to her child, feeling incomplete whenever one is gone Now I hear her, she is not far away So close, it is nothing but A swift whisper as soft as wind Saying, “Welcome back my daughter.”