I am from a different family
I have a different birth mom
I am from here.
Now I am here with mom.
I am home
Now I am home flipping on the jumpy trampoline.
I am home riding my bike down the lane,
To the creek,
Collecting the dirty, squishy clay.
I wish we could go back and visit Colorado.
I wish to see the snowy Rocky Mountains,
The river that made me scared.
I wish that God will help my city.
by: A Juwan and Mom collaboration
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