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.
My Allie golden-heart and sky-blue eyes
You flower- bed where my desires swarm
For ever inspiration of my sight...
Well! A fair spring Monday morn and you are here
And there’s a bustle – ‘getting on with things’
Maybe today, this week...
