that's all tha. I care not w MY SON ISMy My son is home at last, that is all that matters to me, I don't care where he's been, in what land or on what sea. I don't care what he may have done, or what he may have seen. I only know that he's home with me, back home safe, where he should be.. I could feel he was coming back, when joy first began to stir within, and I just knew I would see him again, before another long day would end. I could see him in my mind, long before my eyes were able to see. And I could see each hill he climbed , on his long journey back home to me. And I ran to greet my son, embraced him, and kissed him tenderly, and I forgave him as any father would, on the day my son came home to me. copyright 2000 by Roland Ricker to return to page 2 of my poems click here for page one of Selected Poems of Roland Ricker email me |
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