I took my wagon
to the end of our block
knowing I could not go
any further.
Standing there
I waited
for my mother
to bring me
home.
It felt forever
till she came
gathering me
into her arms,
pulling my wagon
home.
It is closer
to our forevers now,
but I am not ready
to let you go.
If you could only tell me
what street to cross
to the corner
of Cancer and You,
I will bring
my wagon.
Ride with me.
Hang on tight.
It's going to be
a bumpy ride
home.
Nov 15, 2009
Nov 15, 2009 at 10:59 AM UTC
I took my wagon
to the end of our block
knowing I could not go
any further.
Standing there
I waited
for my mother
to bring me
home.
It felt forever
till she came
gathering me
into her arms,
pulling my wagon
home.
It is closer
to our forevers now,
but I am not ready
to let you go.
If you could only tell me
what street to cross
to the corner
of Cancer and You,
I will bring
my wagon.
Ride with me.
Hang on tight.
It's going to be
a bumpy ride
home.