#1002043 added January 13, 2021 at 1:07pm Restrictions: None
Far From Home
Far From Home
In a kitchen drawer, I remember
hanks of blonde ringlets.
A mass of curls tied with a ribbon,
My childhood in a brown paper bag.
If I could walk back into that house,
It wouldn’t be the new paint and paper,
It would be that empty kitchen drawer,
That would tell me it was no longer my home.
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