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.
All the pounding banks and pockets take
Slowly ceases to sound
We chuck the last uneaten Christmas cake...
My mind’s a little scattered
Not knowing what to do
But all that’s ever mattered...
