(Not our) Ride Home
Mom, where did my sister go?
Dad, does our baby brother know?
Who turned out the light
last night when I fell asleep ?
Who are all those people here
They’re drying their eyes…
… and holding you tight ?
In my dream she was standing here
She smiled then she told me this:
“We thought we were going home
A long week with lots of fun
But I missed my family
why didn’t I see
This was not our ride home?
It was a chariot
to take me away from you
I didn’t want to …”
“Mom, who’ll give you the cuckoo clock
the one that I saved up for?
It’s still in my bag… “
“And who’ll hold my teddy bear ….
the way only I could do,
only I could do? “
(C)2012 – Carl Durant
