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 last pear plucked
The evening primrose gone –
What now may fate deduct...
With mad abandon I assay
To tell your charms in pencilled lines
My pride and impudence hold sway...
