Walking Home by Andrew Scott
Sorry Momma, this may be the last time you hear from me.
Something happened while walking home
that I cannot change, even if I tried.
I was strolling around
just as the sun was going down
through one of the parts of town
you always told us to stay away from
but it was the shortest way home
and I was exhausted after a hot day.
Could feel the eyes on me from the homes.
They were measuring a stranger.
I could sense the whispers.
The air changed, so confusing.
It could have been the tension
that was turning in me.
The events are so vague
in my mind, no real memory
of what sent me walking
on the new path I must take.
A new place where I cannot look back.
Do not know what the future holds,
do know that I will always be moving
so the past cannot get a hold of me.
Though that would be deserved
with what I know I did.
Sorry Momma, you had to hear this way
that your lessons should have
been completely listened too.
That is the truth.
I will now remember them
as I can never walk home.
July 27, 2018
© Andrew Scott – Just A Maritime Boy 2018
Andrew Scott is a native of Fredericton, NB. During his time as an active poet, Andrew Scott has taken the time to speak in front of a classrooms, judge poetry competitions as well as be published worldwide in such publications as The Art of Being Human, Battered Shadows and The Broken Ones. His books, Snake With A Flower, The Phoenix Has Risen, The Path, The Storm Is Coming and Through My Eyes are available now. Searching is his fifth poetry collection.