The carriage rocking soothingly

Along the cobble stone path

The interior comforting

Allowing memories of home to play out

The only bit of home left

Surround her neck

Glancing out the window occasionally

And see the world outside

Ugly and alien compared to her paradise

Can’t imagine ever believing it pretty

Or calling it home

Slowly you come upon a cottage

Failure with its polished worn wood

Almost feeling right

Because of the memories it brings to mind

The rocking slowly stops

And clutching the yellow blossoming gift in to her chest

She climbs out of what remains of home

And stand in front of her brother and sister

Waves of uncertainty hit her

As all feelings of love disappear