A Thousand Miles Poem, by Fina Elara 🌙 -Petra Patrice, at My poetic side

A Thousand Miles

We walked a thousand miles,
a thousand miles was how it felt,
but it was just minutes.

The sun was hot,
hot as fire,
beating on our faces,
yet we kept moving.

Tired, yet motivated,
I carried books, made designs,
gathered for my son,
and hoped another child
would join our homeschool.

At his current school,
I put his bag on the shelf
and noticed he was not behind me.
My heart leapt.

Through the crowd of students
listening to story time,
I searched but did not see him.

Then he turned,
looked at me,
and I took one last breath of relief.

He waved.
I smiled,
saying my goodbye
until 2:30—
we meet again
to walk one last time.

We walked a thousand miles,
a thousand miles was how it felt,
but it was just minutes—
until we are home.