amywink November 19th, 2017


As my father falls asleep,
he asks so quietly,
are you going to take me home?
Are you going to take me home?

And I have no answer
that will not shatter
my voice so instead,
in the silence of my
breaking heart,
I ask for him to sleep.

After his breathing
evens into sleep,
an answer comes,
late as always, but
an answer all the same.

Yes, I am taking you home
I will take you
all the way home
but not just now,
just for this moment,
however long we
have together,
we are always
together already home.

3 Responses to “Home”

  1. Brendaon 19 Nov 2017 at 9:17 am

    It’s a tough place to be but you are handling it with more love and grace than anyone I’ve ever seen. Love you more every day, Amy.

  2. Nancy Johnsonon 19 Nov 2017 at 9:55 am


  3. Leannaon 27 Nov 2017 at 3:23 am

    Amy, I know the anguish of the question. May you be blessed and protected from the daggers to the heart from the question. Leanna

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