I Wanna Go Home

I wanna go home to 1994
To a peach colored trailor, #144
A river in the background and a tree in the yard
The tree that let me fall out and left my legs scarred
Before she had babies, before she even went away
Befor mom got evicted and we had no place to stay

I wanna go home to December 1996
When the whole family still came over for Christmas
When gifts were opened with admiration and not purchased with such hesitation and missing that last slice of pie was your heart's only deprivation

I wanna go home to 1999
To a cream and brown trailor with no number sign
Back when love was hard to obtain, but it didn't hurt like this
When it seemed worth while to sit and make a wish
Back when I still possessed innocence

I want to go home to that tiny bedroom, with the broken door
With just a bed and a closet, and not one thing more

That's where I cried from my first broken heart
Where I knew who I was, I knew where to start

Lying on that bed is where I wrote my first poem
That's where my family was, and I wanna go home