Guide me home.
Wherever it is that you are,
that is my home.
This golden sailboat
isn't nearly as close to
my heart as you are.
I made friends with
a hummingbird.
Even though I can't see
her wings, she still
flies.
I want to fly home,
but I can't see.
You are my light
that is now faded.
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Author:
crazycatlady (
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- Comment from author about the poem: For my grandma. 12/17/14
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Nice write for your Grandma.
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