HOME
Two thousand miles
and here I stand,
though grown up eyes
I look at this magic land-
where as a child
we played hide and seek,
I caress the bark
on the home base tree.
I turn to the house
that I know so well,
it looks nothing like
it's former self.
I close my eyes
so I can see
the house I loved
in my memories.
Oh momma, you would
be so proud
to see your baby tree
almost touch the clouds!
Your flowers are gone,
the driveway is paved,
they pulled out the bushes-
but your tree was saved.
Something is missing,
I turn slowly around-
the silence is booming,
there are no kids to be found!
We've all grown up
and moved away,
and no one else
has taken our place.
Just shadows of laughter,
the ghost of the past-
on this magic street
where my childhood was cast.
No games of freeze tag,
no red light green light,
no barbies or hot wheels,
not even a bike.
The beauty of youth
is all but gone-
but in my heart-
the magic lives on.
The little girl inside of me,
her childhood is immortalized.
Life goes on, we grow up-
caterpillars become butterflies.