Saturday, 6 January 2018

Views in Verse on 'the little things'


Home
As I rounded the corner, 
I drew a breath
A tear forced to an eye
The terrace block then locked into view
So long, so far and …why?
The fore-held notions
That cruelled me back then,
Today, I would address and wholly decry;
Sibling rivalries that troubled me too…
No longer would apply
Whether I was missed,
Or will even be kissed
Won’t stop me from resuming my place;
Home is not just some place you go back to
I allow a glad smile to my face
The familiar tamp
On the front porch floor
An easy push on the old brown door
The emotions that sure enough left me alone
Now return me safe home once more

From my desktop Grahame J Flynn Views in Verse

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