I Love You Alabama Poem by Memphis Merica

I sit in the Attic,
Below the ivy and moss stained roof,
And I look out upon the fields and trees with hanging branches
Gently they sway in the wind,

Sunlight pours onto my face, softening my tears,
In that moment never had I felt so happy,
All my life I have been searching for a longing,
Had I finally found it?

All of the memories that I once had,
Returned like a hundred leaves flowing in the wind,
Running through cornfields, the sweet smell of apple pie
and learning how to say Goodbye.

My heart grieved, for now I was all alone in this big old house,
Yet I would spend the rest of my days here,
Watching the sun rise and the rain fall,
Holding on to dear memories of what Home was once called.

I love you Alabama.