There comes a time when everyone must leave,
Start their own journey down the road we call life.
But never do we truly leave,
Abandon where our heart is,
Where it was nurtured
And shaped by willing hands.
Our heart is where our home is.
As I leave to start my own journey,
Promise me one thing:
Promise you will never forget me,
As I will never forget you;
The caring mother
Who truly understands my thoughts and feelings-
Chaotic strings of emotions,
The loving mother
Whose comfort I take in your warm embrace.
I will never forget
As your arms circle around me while I cry,
Exclaiming how life isnít fair
Or laugh in a moment of truce
When we put our screaming wars aside.
You are my rock, my anchor,
My guide through the written chapters of my life.
And as I depart into the unknown
Of where I will go and who I will be,
I know who I am now, and itís because of you.
Without you, there is no reason for me.
Promise me you will always remember,
For I always will.
The home is where the heart lies.
You hold my heart in your hands.