When I drive along this road,
I hear trees zoom by the window.
I feel the pavement bounce me lightly.
I wonder who will welcome me home.
Our house is the same gray blue.
The landscaping is impeccable.
When I step inside, my family will forgive me.
I will see them and know that they love me.
We are not a perfect family.
However, as we try, the pain eases.
© 2012 W. Wayne B.
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