Loved one...

Bitter winds howl in my ear
as I huddle under the tarp
Paper against the cold floor
my only comfort against the wind

I left home when I was 16
angry at my parents
I thought they did not love me
so I would make it on my own

I wonder if they think of me
as they plan another holiday
with the entire family present
except for me...

I wonder if they are warm and cozy...
if my sister still snuggles next to my mom
as they watch my dad decorate the tree
I wonder if they miss me at all...

I hear strangers call me names
homeless, stranger, hobo...
the taunts are limitless...
yet they barely hurt anymore...

I once had a home
I once had a family
I too was once loved
I left it all for no one and unknown...

Christmas is a holiday for wishes
I hear children wishing for gifts
I wish I may, I wish I might
Make a wish to go home tonight

To be with my family
To hold them close
To let them tell me
I am their loved one...

By,
Angela Archana Vincent - 9.32pm December 8, 2008