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 light is dying out of the sky
Sun said goodnight an hour ago
The garden’s in shadow, one lone bird goes by...
I passionately long to stand, hands in the bowl
Washing up, looking out onto our sunlit garden.
I long to see a cat move sleepily and pause
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