Home
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He needs her.
She is the only anchor he has in a cruel and unpredictable
world.
They look for their meals in the discards of others
They search for clothing in the rags left by people who wore them before
As they huddle together on a sidewalk to try to sleep, she
whispers stories in his ear.
He searches her face, and sees it in her eyes.
In those eyes he knows love, and loyalty, and security
And Home
Those eyes will never leave him
Until the day he is taken –
Forced to live in a house with strangers, by well-meaning
people
Directed to live in a way he doesn’t understand
What do you mean toothbrush? Paste?
Why comb my hair? it will only get mussed again when I wear
my hat
Why can’t I keep biscuits in my pockets? I need them!
You don’t understand!
The eyes that are his home get to see him two days a week.
She tells him he is safe and tries her best to let him know
that this won’t last forever.
Their hellos are just as painful as their goodbyes and see
you laters…
Until…
Mom’s eyes sparkle like never before
She smiles…what is that?
She leads him by his little hand into a building that she
holds the keys for
She leads him around the tiny dwelling,
Showing him the kitchen and the bathroom
She tells him this room is where he will sleep…
What?
She says it over and over again,,,this is our home, this is
where we can live!
He doesn’t know what that means
That night as they both lay in his bed (HIS!) and she
whispers stories to get him to sleep, he pulls his blankets up to his chin,
looks around at their walls (THEIRS!), and gazes into her eyes…and he knows
He is Home.
- Katy Waxbom
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