Be Home Soon

I hear it snowed at home today
while I basked in the sun.
I don't care, I cannot wait
to hold my little ones.

Edna my precious first born
with your hair of flaming red.
I miss talking things through.
The wise things you've said.

Cora with that bear hug
I love walking into.
Tight embrace, I'm encased
in the love flowing from you.

Rena my baby now and always.
Turning twenty soon.
The joy you've given, I'm smitten.
Love you to the moon.

And back!


09/04/2016
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Martin Avatar
April 11, 2016 at 2:19 PM
Enjoyed, Jean! Very touching. BTW, not latin but middle english in my spring poem.
Murray Avatar
April 11, 2016 at 5:26 PM
Thank you Thomas. Middle english is double dutch to me.
Vaso Avatar
April 9, 2016 at 10:59 PM
Loved this write, what a beauty! :) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ya29MyMiS_U
Murray Avatar
April 10, 2016 at 8:11 AM
That's high praise from someone like you Arthur. Thank you. I will definitely watch that clip.
Allison Avatar
April 9, 2016 at 10:19 AM
I am sure your family have missed you too Jean ...but just think of all the tales that you can tell them about your amazing time in Australia :-) hugs jan xx
Murray Avatar
April 9, 2016 at 5:26 PM
Also good! OMG Jan, I'm a hopeless case.
Murray Avatar
April 9, 2016 at 5:24 PM
True. Facebook is all good, because they get to see what I see when my photos upload on a daily basis.
Turner Avatar
April 9, 2016 at 8:54 AM
You have such a beautiful covey of quails! I am certain they miss you too! Thanks for the loving smile this morning. Peace my friend:)
Murray Avatar
April 9, 2016 at 5:15 PM
Pity Daniel, I preferred the vision of them toddling in a line behind me.
Turner Avatar
April 9, 2016 at 9:01 AM
No, a covey! that's what you call a flock of quails.
Murray Avatar
April 9, 2016 at 8:59 AM
A convoy of quails. I like it!!
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