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.
The kids weren’t there; the sun walled up with cloud
What wan Sunday noon we walked from church into!
Our walls seemed wet...
Though I say we’re together not apart
No matter where we are, I’d best admit
Physically here’s more glorious...
