Coming home in the rain
To my home again
My kids, my wife.
The heart of my life
I feel each drop’s a kiss
Not given those who miss
The warmth of folks,
Familiar jokes…
I’m living again.
I have prayed – it is not my survival
Alone I pray for that would make no sense –
I am joined...
I looked in, saw you washing your hair,
Kneeling, turning head side to side
To catch the shower jets...
