Home AgainHer 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 |