When will we get there?
Nano and Nana holding me tight on the deck and
Welcoming me home.
The sun warming my back and my heart.
The wind whipping through my hair and
Welcoming me home.
I break out in a sizable smile.

My West Virginia

My secret spot in the attic,
Where I hide from the world.
The cool darkness matches my mood.
The quiet stillness calms me down,
Brings me peace.
I hibernate here until
My distress disappears.

My West Virginia

Walking through the woods,
Hopping from rock to rock down the creek.
Shadows from the trees
Dance with me on my journey.
The water waltzing beneath my feet.
I’m ready for what lies ahead.
When will we come back?