Leaving Home

My little girl left home today
for a little place in town.
It isn’t that little, by the way
but it is way off the ground.

My little girl left home today
for an attic and her own air space,
that feels like semi-suburbia
without the Jonesian race.

My little girl left home today,
I really don’t know why.
It’s far too quiet and made me say
I feel like William Bligh.

My little girl left home today,
I’m missing her already.
It’s not eight hundred miles away,
just eight, but she is steady.

If by chance you read this poem
and learn this same refrain,
remember that wherever you roam,
you will find home again.

© 2011 John Anstie

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