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 thoughts that scourge me in the night
Cannot defer the living skies
Of dawn and morning’s hopeful light...
About the centre of the small loo window
Leaves of every ivy-colour frame
The bold obtrusion of an autumn sun...
