5 years old I was
After I landed and felt my feet
Touch the floor of the airport
I didn’t want to be there
I wanted to go home and
Be with my mom and dad
We hopped into the taxi and drove away
I could see the billboards disappear and
Be covered with trees and signs
Small towns and small houses
Fill my vision as I see stands of
Stands of stands towering everywhere
My grandparents waiting for me at the door
In open arms I ran, the first days were a
Struggle but I grew to adapt.
I found peace and home in the one place
I didn’t want to be at, family and friends I
Made.
12 years old I was
After I landed and felt
My feet touch the floor
Of the airport.
I knew it would be
My forever Home.