The Homecoming
The Homecoming
My dad came home
from the war today
He arrived
in the usual way
No fanfare or tickertape parades
even if there was
it would just be a charade
just mom, my brother and me
was all that came to see
him
He smiled
when he saw us there
and
we ran
with hands waving in the air
This man
my dad
I want you
to know
is
my hero
memories
bittersweet
but
the memory of
the Homecoming
is really neat
I'll never forget
that day
in the west Texas sun
waiting for that
big jetplane
those memories
are second to
none
my younger
freckle faced
brother
not more than eight years old
birght gleem in his
blue eyes
the memory is
my gold
Thinking
of that wonderful day
I begin to choke
I begin to
cry
Dont need a flag
red,white or blue
and
after all
it can't compare
to the Love
We have for you
So much older now
so little time
and
so much to say
but
for another wonderful
Homecoming
is what I pray
When you see
a soldier or
a loved one
comming up the way
celebrate
because it's
a Homecoming
and pray
their here to stay
2009 HC Holbert
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