Poetry/Short Stories

The road home


Do you dream

of the familiar ground

of faces, voices and smell of food

that raised you

on the road home?


Do you dread the familiar ground

of cold faces, voices and walls

that broke you as a child?


Either way,

the road home

is always familiar!

~Susan McMillan

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