All I see are long legs, walking all around me. Commotions everywhere. Someone is on the ground counting pennies? Nickels? Some sort of change. It’s a patterned dirty carpet. I am filled with sadness. Remorse. Why am I here? I want to go home.
Take me home. Where I belong. To the beings who love me. Where big brother and I play and watch VHS on a little twin bed. Where we went to a fast food joint one time.
Take me home with the people I love. Where they won’t hurt me or lose me or forget me.
Please don’t put me on this plane with these people I barely know. I’ve spent more time with you than my own parents.
Grandma and Grandpa you gave me the most love. Thank you for teaching me right from wrong, how to read, and how to live. How to love. Your stories always meant the world to me.
Stay forever at peace Grandpa, I will never forget your lessons and you stay tucked in the pages of every single book I read. Every sentence I write, you are guiding the way.
Oh Grandmama, I may not have really been your favorite, but in my heart we had a special bond. I carry you with me and I hope you carry me with you also. I love you to the moon and back. More than I can ever put into words. You gave me your strength, and it is through you I carry on today.
How much different would life have been had I stayed with you?
Your faces will forever be clear as day for me, while the others blur into the past.