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.
I’m back
Facing red Victorian brick and wet slate roofs
Little dear things the kids have given grace my space...
It's good to stride out with your lover at dusk
The sky is still luminous with purple clouds drifting...
