Home Again

Her gown was a pale blue,
Against her ghost white skin
Her once thick and shiny hair
Had grown dull and thin.
She had become weak and frail,
Her voice an angel like whisper
Her mind was no longer her own
It entertained thoughts of blue skies.
Home!
That is where her heart ached to be,
Yet it was so far away
She knew she would not go back
It was too late
The thought scared her but she could not cry,
There was too much pain for tears
She did not understand,
She would be home very soon.
As the sun rose just beyond her reach,
She closed her eyes
She was home again,
Home for good.

Tara Johnson
1987