Coming Home

Fri, 10/04/2013 - 23:45 -- a.lee1

 

Returning to the old house

Tasting the lush strawberries

Breathing the welcoming air

Coming home was never so sweet

Walking in the old garden

Feeling the dirt underfoot

Hearing the song of the birds

Coming home was never so sweet

Sitting on the old tire swing

Watching the clouds in the sky

Lying in the grassy fields

Coming home was never so sweet

Singing the old songs and rhymes

Tasting my mother’s baking

Remembering old stories

Coming home was never so sweet

Feeling as if I belong

Knowing my heart is here

Wishing I could stay always

Coming home was never so sweet

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