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.
No I don’t tire of her smile
Her face is new each time I look
Why she is merry- in my book...
Moscow nights are minus one
Moscow days have lots of fun
A certain amount of painful fun...
