Flying over steel blue waters 

Barely touching roads less traveled 

Forest walls competing for attention 

Rock formations more secure in their age 

I begin to forget the murderers 

Those that take life; those that kill my soul  

There’s something about northern winds 

Clear skies, Chex Mix, and familiar songs 

That remind me of God’s gifts in the past 

I think of my kids, good friends 

How far away I am from home 

I think of my godson, college towns 

The possibility of love 

My heart hurts less; it begins to heal 

Today is another gift they will not see 

Will not experience, will not understand 

Anger turns to pity; sadness to hope 

I know who I am 

I am ready to go home