This Road

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.

W. Wayne B.

© 2012 W. Wayne B.

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About William Wayne Smith

I'm a poet, library fan and maker.
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