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.
She climbs in the car
Fag in mouth and hair in wind
Fiddles with the door and waves...
The treasures of time are loaded on my back
What a welcome burden! Memories alone
Would be a lottery win...
