A Place Called "Home."

A strange little poem I wrote, inspired by the amazing talent of Lewis Carroll. I wrote this about three years ago so it's not my best work.

In the night she wanders alone
Looking for a place called “home”
She blames no one, knowing it her own fault
For too far out into the world she did roam

She’s been wandering for over a year
And her never finding home is her only fear
For home is where the heart is, she knows
But is sorry, for her heart isn’t placed here

Till one day she reacher a light
Which burned her eyes, though it wasn’t too bright
But was never-the-less shocking
In her never ending night

There, she saw table seating three
All sipping their cups of tea
A rabbit, a bear, and a cat dressed quite fine
All seeming to have been waiting for she

“Come, miss, sit a spell!
For we know you very well,”
Said the cat with a grin
As she a chair upright that had sometime before fell

“What brings you here?” the rabbit did ask
“A journey or maybe a difficult take?”
The young girl, now seated, said, “No.”
“Well, a tourist then!” said rabbit. “Well, then, pour her a flask!”

“I’m looking for my mom and dad.
I’m sure they miss me, I know they’re sad.
So,” said the girl, “if you could tell me the way
I’ll be gone, surely glad.”

Then, the bear thought of this
Tugging his blouse he said, “Tsk, tsk!
We have been here for very long
And our families we do not miss!”

The girl stood and said, “Well, I must be on my way.
Sorry, but I cannot stay.”
So, she bid them a farewell
And went off on her way

So, she still wanders alone
Trying to find a place called “home”
But blames no one, knowing it’s her own fault
For too far into the world she did roam

Author's Note

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