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I Want To Go Home
She stands by the window, her eyes filled with fear. I want to go home. She says through her tears. But where do I live? She tries hard to recall. Shivering slightly, she draws tight her shawl. Why am I here? What wrong have I done? Where is my husband, my daughters and sons? Who are these people? They say I m their mom. But I ve never seen them. Why did they come? This is my mother, someone I know well. I watch as she struggles in her own private hell. There are no answers, at least none I can give, But I try to tell her that with us she will live. She turns my way as the day turns to night. You re not my son, and this just isn t right. Please let me go, I don t want to stay. And if I can do it, I will get away. When, late at night, she lays down her head, I hear her mutter, I wish I were dead. Then a soft prayer, a heart rending moan, God, please help me, I want to go home. © 1998, Jerry Ham e-mail: Jerry.Ham@werner-saumweber.de
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