True Home

Somewhere

the road took a turn

Somewhere between

where you needed me

and I needed to be free

Somehow

your little life buddy

who watched the storms

and listened to your stories

wandered off to other quarries

Sometimes

I remember how it was

when I was young

and we were closer then

and I was even your friend

Some way

I still sense your love

in your shielded words

Though we are never there

and you may think I don't care

Someday

We may yet reach out

and return to our true home

when this junk is finally gone

Yes I love you mom