Yearning…

The house at the

end of the lane

calls to me

A light coming

through the back

door reminds me

of home…

but — a home I

have never known

 

I feel them sitting

there in the kitchen

sharing their day…

watching TV…

laughing…

winding down for

the night as I  pass

by yet again feeling

drawn … yet, am

not allowed to enter

a pull to my soul

a longing for something…

something just out

of my reach

but something

I need…

I want…

The family I

have never had

Nor will ever have…

Copyright © 2015 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie