Where I want to be

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The mother who had left me
somewhere in the dark
on some windy montana road.
Now has kids inside her house
inside her heart.

Where I want to be.

she has a daughter
standing by her side.
And a son trying to look tough
while licking his ice cream cone.
inside the house.

Where I want to be.

but instead Im here
in THIS dusty house.
Waiting for my foster parents
inside my darkened mind.
imagining my real mother.

Where I want to be.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I live with my real mom, so this isn't about me. I wrote it for my friend, who was left in California for some weird reason, then moved to Virginia with her foster parents.

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