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I miss the sights of St.Louis, i miss the sounds and i miss the people of St.Louis

Most of all i miss my family.

I think its time for me to come home.

My Escapes

I remeber those times when I still at home under all that stress one thing I had at home was a place where I could escape in our home when i felt that the world was getting to much for me to handle i knew i could always run to the fire escape where i could escape lifes problems.

Another place of mine where I could escape everything was to go to the movies. I would go there because when I felt that I was losing inspiration for my poetry.

I miss you guys

When I left home I knew what I was getting myself into but I never thought that it would get to me like this. There are times when I feel homesick when that happens I think of my family.

My mother- Amanda Wingfield I miss hearing her stories about Blue Mountain and how she hosted many different gentleman callers and how she was such a social butterfly back in her days, althiugh those stories used to get on my nerves when I was still at home, now that i'm gone its one if my fondest memories of home.

My little sister- Laura Wingfield, when I was thinkng about leaving home Iwas worried about her because of her delicate nature i wondered how she would cope without me. Laura is a girl who is very self-conscience and who keeps to herself, she found comfort in listening to her old records and her glass figurines. I guess I felt that I let Laura down as her protector.

One of things i missed most about home was the we use to sit around the table at supper and talk about whatever and how we would always be there for one another although we didn't have much we always had each other.

I'm on my own now...

This is me 10 years after I left St.Louis i'm now in the Merchant Marines doing what i wanted to do. Being a merchant marine is a very interesting occupation im not stuck doing the same thing this job has its challenges which I like because it keeps on my toes, now that I am doing my own thing there are times when i find myself writing poetry again I also find the time to watch the odd movie now and then.

The Same Routine

Everyday for the past couple days i've been waking up and going to the same job by the factory. Fact is i'm unhappy with the way my life is. For as long as i can remember i've been doing things for the good of others i work at the factory so that my mother and Laura would not struggle.

But now this has become to much for me to handle i have to do what makes me happy and i cant do it staying with the family it hurts me to say this but i have to leave them behind, im going to join the merchant marines.

TORN

I don't know what to do anymore please help.