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Coming Home

Precious

By Natalia GrinPublished 3 years ago Updated 3 years ago 1 min read

Torn

I should go, I shouldn’t...I must

Searching flights for hours,

Getting cold seeing the prices.

Was it three times less I wonder?

Packing my bags,

The departure is now.

Bracing myself for lines to customs,

For check ins and luggage haul.

For the right gates and the exits,

Takeoffs, turbulence, landings.

Swelling of feet and numbness,

For close in with the strangers.

Tasteless bland food out of timing,

Shallow drift offs, the stopovers.

Too tired but must keep walking.

Wait turns the time to a crawler.

First flight is not that bad, under two hours.

Second's the worse, maddening nine.

Last is four, last stretch, almost crying.

Cannot argue, the choice was mine.

Seeing my mom anxiously waiting

As she searches the faces, tears running.

Holding me tight to her fragile frame

Whispering: Alas, my baby girl came.

Driving to family home I grew in

Filled with mom’s cooking aroma.

Soft talks, hugs, kisses, tears

Make the long travel worth all over.

Familiar bed welcomes,

And I am slowly going under,

Hearing radio low murmuring,

Hushed voice into the phone: She is here.

Calm, resting, at peace.

Not a thought that would make me worried.

My journey at last is at end.

I made it. I came home.

inspirational

About the Creator

Natalia Grin

Be informed. Be aware. We can fight the online scam. Together.

Scam fighter//Souls rescuer//Thinker//Researcher

God bless my battle

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  • Jay Kantor2 years ago

    Natalia ~ Home Sweet Home ~ - Would love to read more from you - Jay Kantor, Vocal Village Community

  • Novel Allen3 years ago

    I did one of those recently. You perfectly captured the emotions, especially the feet and tears. Returning home after a long while. It felt really great, if a little strange. Much had changed. Absolutely loved this poem.

  • J. S. Wade3 years ago

    Sweet poem. Enduring journey! Priceless! 🥰

  • Joseph June3 years ago

    It doesn’t matter what you go through to see a loved one, once you see them, all the stress and whatever pains you went through to get there flashes away in a blink of an eye… Relate-able write up👍

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