When will you be home:
When Spring's on,
When Summer's done,
When Fall is all in color,
Or Winter's white enshrouds us?
I'm waiting here alone
With longings to dress you,
Arms to caress you,
Before you leave again.
Yet, you will return.
Are you yourself there,
Somewhere, but not here,
Where family waits.
Let your fears
Drip off your brimming shoulders.
Here start your missions,
End remissions,
Renew your heavy heart.
Home is where you
Learned to walk,
Learned to talk
To eat and read;
All you'd need
When you leave.
Here you feel
Most secure;
Knowing friends are closer
Than they were before;
This side of the outside door.
Here is where the hearts are,
Without the worry
Of hurly-burly.
Who will bring you home?
You'll find shelter elsewhere -
A Pagoda or a condo nest -
But home is where
Your soul finds rest.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
When will you be home:
When Spring's on,
When Summer's done,
When Fall is all in color,
Or Winter's white enshrouds us?
I'm waiting here alone
With longings to dress you,
Arms to caress you,
Before you leave again.
Yet, you will return.
Are you yourself there,
Somewhere, but not here,
Where family waits.
Let your fears
Drip off your brimming shoulders.
Here start your missions,
End remissions,
Renew your heavy heart.
Home is where you
Learned to walk,
Learned to talk
To eat and read;
All you'd need
When you leave.
Here you feel
Most secure;
Knowing friends are closer
Than they were before;
This side of the outside door.
Here is where the hearts are,
Without the worry
Of hurly-burly.
Who will bring you home?
You'll find shelter elsewhere -
A Pagoda or a condo nest -
But home is where
Your soul finds rest.
