I Want To Go Home
She stands by the window, her eyes filled with fear.
I want to go home. She says through her tears.
But where do I live? She tries hard to recall.
Shivering slightly, she draws tight her shawl.
Why am I here? What wrong have I done?
Where is my husband, my daughters and sons?
Who are these people? They say I m their mom.
But I ve never seen them. Why did they come?
This is my mother, someone I know well.
I watch as she struggles in her own private hell.
There are no answers, at least none I can give,
But I try to tell her that with us she will live.
She turns my way as the day turns to night.
You re not my son, and this just isn t right.
Please let me go, I don t want to stay.
And if I can do it, I will get away.
When, late at night, she lays down her head,
I hear her mutter, I wish I were dead.
Then a soft prayer, a heart rending moan,
God, please help me, I want to go home.
© 1998, Jerry Ham