Headed Home

I’m headed home
I’m almost there
I’m on my way
Headed up the stairs
To what I like best
A mother a brother a baby mother and my daughter
I am going to spoil her
I’m headed home to live life
Maybe even fly a kite
Or even teach my daughter
How to ride a bike
I’m headed home
My family won’t even pick up the phone
Headed home with no ride
Or cab to drive
But I glad the jail gave me bus tokens
That means nobody’s car had to get stolen
I’m headed home
I’m not cold or alone
I’m just glad that I’m home
Headed Home

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2 Comments

  1. Jamie on March 21, 2012 at 1:58 PM

    I hope you do spoil your little girl. Spoil the hell out of her.

    Reply
  2. Maxine Cassell on August 21, 2021 at 3:18 PM

    Dear Poet,

    I really like your repetition that you used in your poem. I hope that you have made it home and are surrounded by love with your family. Teach your little girl everything you can and make memories that will last a lifetime.

    Reply

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