On the trains in India i am my mother
Teenaged pigtailed heading home from hostel
Dreaming of mum and home cooked food amd brothers and sisters
Staring out of the window at fireflies flickering in the inky darkness outside the train window
The chugachugachug beating to my heart
I stand at the entrance of the cabin
Feel the cool wind whistling past
And i feel my dad's excitement at going home to see his father from Malaysia
My parents always yearning for their parents
The trains their way home to love
They never spoke about the train rides that must have taken them away from their parents to dreaded hostels and foster homes... trains meant coming home
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