The Front Porch Light Is On: Poem by Sherry Painter

I just had a fight with me mom,
And I am now on my own,
As I cut throw the grass to my awaiting cab,
I turn around one last time,
And I see the light on our front porch turn on,
That light was never on at night,
But that dose not stop me,
As for I get into the car.

It has been years, now,
And I arive home,
It was night,
And the front porch light was on,
Still,
And I rmember back to that night of my departure,
That it had been on too,
This light,
Was not just a light,
It was a sign,
That no matter if I leave for another place
That this would, that it will always be my home...