Christina's World

I fall upon the wheaten field
Staring upon my house of old
My family gone
No one is home
Where can they be
Are they searching for me
It seems so long, since I’ve been home
Where I’ve been, I don’t recall
The only thing I wish to do
Is walk to my front door
And into my room
My legs are tired
I look up, I see a figure
Can they see me
Will they hear me
I hope they can
It matters so much
Though I am glad I’m home
It’s misshapen
It’s unkept
But it’s still home