the night after I had a dream I come home
inside my house
with the smell of wet painting
I touch the wall as I explore everything
to the kitchen
where my mom is always be
there was no one else
no celebration
no hugging in tight
just her in her usual old dress
which I think is better
because I'll come home anyway
no matter how far I go
this little bird would come back to his mother
I want to be a big bird
fly to anywhere I want
but will always come home
because he knows someone always waits for him
a mother's love is the warmest and most peaceful nest
