This poem demanded to be heard after I listened to a long-ago telephone conversation with a familiar refrain:
“When are you coming home? I can’t wait to see you.”
Both dementia and life make us all want to go home in one way or another.
destiny
a poem by punkie
download the past
the die is cast
brave souls get torn apart
i hear your voice
there’s little choice
it echoes in my heart
come home you say
to laugh and play
create a brand new start
walk down the road
where love once flowed
see skies that look like art
we’ll pay the price
and roll the dice
believe in dreams sweet tart
before too long
forget the songs
whose ends aren’t ours to chart
some gods write plans
in shifting sands
and grant us small bit parts
yet still we give
these lives to live
our blood, our tears, our hearts
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These pieces explore similar themes:
- a royal flush
- hearts in jars
- hopscotch & double dutch
- joys and tears these last three years
- behind the lines of nursery rhymes
© Susan Macaulay 2013 – 2015. I invite you to share the links widely, but please do not reprint or reblog or copy and paste my poems into other social media without my permission. Thank you.
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