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Memory Lane

October 11, 2016
By a_gomez00 BRONZE, Bay City, Michigan
a_gomez00 BRONZE, Bay City, Michigan
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You can sleep.
   Go ahead.
His body indicated
He wanted to leave
Still holding my hand
   “Take me home?”

I whispered
How many times
     In my life
I walked up to the porch
    Admiring

Afraid of the dark
     Broken
It made me sad
As i walked down the street
There was your house
I imagined
   Shut windows,
Fishing poles in the front yard
Finally felt
     home.


The author's comments:

This poem is about a young boy going back to his roots.


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