Going Home
I had a dream where I was back
At my home.
Not the house I’m living in
But my home.
Where birds sang along to rhythm of the flowing creek.
When grandma would gently kiss my forehead
And tell me how much she loved me.
Sunshine slipped through the curtains
And fell onto my pink pillow.
The smell of grandma’s bakery sneaked into my room and drove me up.
Baby, I made your favorite bread.
Summer mornings were filled by a mixed smell of honey and flour
Sometimes watermelon.
I had goldfish. And turtles. And a hamster. And a cat. And a dog.
Grandma helped me taking care of them.
There were music. And laughter. And two happy people feeding some hungry pets.
There was a little girl who didn’t know anything about growing up. And leaving home.
I woke up. The dream ended.
So did the song of the birds. And the music. And the laughter.
And the smell of honey and flour was nowhere to be found.