Home

Her footsteps echo on the wet pavements

As she walks forlornly through the deserted streets,

Head bowed against the rain and the night,

Eyes searching,

Desperately looking for a welcoming light

And home seems so far away.

“No vacancy” signs loom out of the darkness

and “closed” notices on café doors add to her desolation

while she clutches her small suitcase to her more tightly,

holding on,

grasping the only remaining part of her world

and home seems a million miles away.

The neon lights from above illuminate her tear stained face

And she knows that pride is lost,

Taking her last coin, she opens the door

And with shaking hands and heavy heart she dials the

Number

And waits……..

“Hello mum, I’m sorry”

and home seems just around the corner.