Home to me

In front of the mirror

Startled by what I see

A sombre old lady

An unknown face to me

I am to leave this old house

They say it was my own

Unfamiliar surroundings

Was it really my home

For the best mum is what I hear

Fear in their eyes

Sadness in their tone

The squeak of the door with the turn of the key

A familiar sound I think

Is my hearing deceiving me

Time to go now

One last look in the mirror

They say it is me but can it be

Smiling faces await

They are happy to see me

A sigh of relief

This is home to me

Author: Sharon Leitch MSN, RN

Reflection

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