Coming Back Home
Could I come home to be with you, where the angels sing?
On a cloud we could reside oh we’d have everything.
My life down here has been so sad ever since you went away.
I play recordings of your voice every night and day.
Nothing seems important, I’m tired but can’t rest.
Grieving has become something I do best.
Baby without you here I feel so alone
And no matter where I live it doesn’t feel like home
Could I come home to be with you, way up in the sky?
Kiss your lips and hold you tight, with no more need to cry.
Heaven must be beautiful beyond those pearly gates
Only love and kindness up there I'm sure there is no hate
Many nights I wake up thinking you are home with me
Everything feels better, and the way that it should be
03/06/2021
Written for All Yours Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Copyright © Evelyn Swartz | Year Posted 2021
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