• remumma 6w

    Welcome Home

    As we walked through the rough paths
    Bristles and Thorns
    Pits and holes
    We kept on
    The road neither narrow nor wide
    Made our feet hurt
    We stopped at some points
    We grew weary
    We built shades at some spots
    We got comfortable in some
    We looked beyond that comfort
    And we continued on our path
    To getting to the place
    Where there's a voice
    Waiting to say
    Welcome home my dearest
    And we would forget the roughness of the road
    Only remembering the shades we built
    That would be shield to them
    Who would walk the path
    We once tread.

    ©remumma