It is a long road going home…

Never understood what it meant…

A place where bed rooms were lonely

Mom and dad in two different rooms

Occasional  banged doors

Suspicious phonecalls of wrong numbers

A well kempt house , dirt did not dare to invade

Dining table always had just enough

for counted mouths… Extra friendly mouths

were counted as cumbersome

God had the best room with black walls

Witnessed many prayers for power or

tears of powerlessnes, pretty flowers

withering at his stony feet.

Late at night , when all  are asleep

It looks austere and cold

Like a distant star that will never touch me.

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