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.
He does his yoga, straining up,
She speaks to students, gives advice,
(One hand clasps the telephone...
We live in a wild tangle: spider plants,
Joy, easy chairs, their day long had,
A plethora of cats...
