Home Behind
By: Bill Yoh
How is it they leave
Yet we feel away
The best part of us gone
Still home but left behind
You have gas, cash, and food
And memories of here melding
With hopes of what’s ahead
Yet here we sit, home behind
Time passes too quickly
Feels like you just got back
These four walls hold a void
Distracting silence, home behind
The cycle repeats itself
You were born to fly but
Our nest limb is too light
Scant chirping, home behind
Grateful for who you are
Blessings shroud in sadness
Our hearts travel with you
Bodies remain, home behind