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.
What are the golds of autumn day
But copper coins while I’m away?
The leaves that wreath – all yellow and green...
Sometimes everything is grace
Sunday evening after dinner
My love plays – talent’s in her...
