Home

Years one till four, I cannot remember

but the memories seem so fond,

born in chills of a cold December

from then on, I had created a bond.

From playing in the muddy dirt

and chalking hopscotch on the ground,

the grey little school dress-skirt

laughter and love was all around.

But at five, it was time for a huge change

one that would affect life ahead,

with mixed feelings that felt so strange

a confused little girl had tears to shed.

Leaving the hands that she first held

all the first years of her childhood,

nothing she could do, she was compelled.

She left her first home for good.

Time has now passed me by

and memories have been shared,

Having the opportunities to fly,

back to a place that can't be compared.

Home will always be within me

that's no matter where I go,

Miles away from home, I could be

but within my heart, I know.