Returning Home - A Rondeau

Where I keep all my yesterdays,
I know each night my mama prays.
I hear her voice ring loud and clear.
With every mile, I’m drawing near,
to hearth and home, to simpler ways.

I’ve learned to point my Chevrolet’s
toward the north and fix my gaze.
Homeward I go to place so dear,
where I keep all my yesterdays.

Atop the hill the sun’s bright rays
set home’s horizon all ablaze.
My heart beats happy, full of cheer.
The corner turned, and I am here.
My heart beats strong; bright is my gaze,
where I keep all my yesterdays.

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The Poetic Asides Wednesday Poetry Prompt 57 is to write a return poem.
My attempt is a rondeau, and though technically it works, I'm not really happy with it. The constraints of a rondeau are a challenge for me, and make it hard to show instead of tell. This offering is just an attempt. Perhaps I'll rework it at a later date.