Dear Home,

 

Every time,

I march out the front doors of the airport,

Gazing over the crowd of families,

Tears trickle down my cheeks,

Not just any tears,

Tears of joy…

 

I gather my courage,

Hold tightly on to my dreams,

Push myself forward,

Never letting go,

Making it to the end…

 

I think to myself,

I have returned,

And respond,

This is it...

 

I slowly look up,

Gather my things,

Wave my past goodbye,

Hand in hand with the ones I love,

My family…

 

We begin making our way home,

Please await us,

Thank you