Returning Home

Returning Home

The chilly air at night slaps my pink cheeks

College life was rough, the dorm rooms all cold

At last I return home, for a few weeks

I missed mom so much, my excitement bold

My mothers eyes glimmer bright like the sun 

I step into my home, the halls are dark

Her hands soft like dough inviting for fun

The knife in her hand, ready to make mark

I dash out in terror, flailing around

Oh my! What happened to my old mother?

I hear her steps, chase me like a wild hound

The look in her eyes look like no other 

I look around me with no place to be

I’m all up on my toes, ready to flee