Homecoming

Through cloudless skies of azure over land of pastel hue.
bringing forth my heart to flutter and my speech again ‘true blue’.
So pleased to touch my land again when stepping off the plane,
and better still the old hometown, alighting from the train.

There’s old familiar childhood that I’ve lost for twenty years.
Near strangled by my Mother; then near drowned by her tears.
While Dad stood proudly waiting, I s’pose he could understand.
When Mother finally let me go, we shook each other’s hand.

They made me feel like royalty, Mum couldn’t hide her joy,
with question after question (for I’m still her ‘little’ boy)
Dad acted as a waiter like he’d never done before.
Five times we raised our glasses’, before I said “No more!”

I asked about my old mates, and if they still lived in town.
Mum grinned ‘done well’, ‘gone west’, divorced or ‘silly bound!’
We’d laugh about old memories until we nearly cried,
of course there was the sadness for the couple who have died.

Mum’s home cooked meal was ‘manna’, and soon remembered most,
though it was Tuesday evening, this is the Sunday roast,
home made ‘mint sauce’ and mustard, milk warm from the cow,
stewed fruit with separated cream that I never can buy now.

Mum spoke her inner feelings and whispering she’d say,
what is the gossip of the past, that little mattered anyway.
But Dad was Dad, he hasn’t changed, his face had altered though.
I skimmed across the surface with what they only need to know.

The ticklish subjects came to light, ‘how are the kids of course?’
Am I coping on my own since I finally got divorced?
Placing ‘yes’ where it’s appropriate, and ‘no’s’ don’t go amiss,
Mothers see their sons as angels. There’s no need to alter this.

It wasn’t late but late enough, sleep is needed by us all.
My single bed was waiting there. Heroes still adorn the wall.
Dad spoke subdued as he stood up. I’m sure I saw a tear,
“Son don’t wait another twenty years. Next time we won’t be here.”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Mcconnell Avatar
February 9, 2016 at 3:55 AM
lovely emotional piece Lindsay, tell the tale of so many no doubt, well done!
Laurie Avatar
February 9, 2016 at 9:22 PM
Hello Gordon ... thanks for commenting Gordon. I'm certain this tale tells of so many - catch you soon - Lindsay
Dietrich Avatar
February 8, 2016 at 3:40 PM
oh, my what a heartbreaking final line, but it's so true. they likely wont' be around. Gosh dang, you are away from your homeland even longer than me. I probably get back to mine once every ten years or so. This was a very nice description of your homecoming. Was this recent?
Laurie Avatar
February 9, 2016 at 9:20 PM
Hello Andrea ... not me, but two of my kids, and not twenty years. Our son spent a few years as a chef in London, and our daughter was in Lubbock Tx singing Country. It felt like twenty years - Lindsay
Callus Avatar
February 8, 2016 at 3:10 PM
An absolutely beautiful tear jerker, Lindsay! You tug at our inner emotions with this lovely narrative, especially the finale! Top marks, of course! ~ Regards // paul
Laurie Avatar
February 9, 2016 at 9:15 PM
Hello Paul ... your comments are always encouraging Paul and I thank you for this. Situations like this do occur unfortunately - Lindsay
Nunez Avatar
February 7, 2016 at 4:20 AM
Gosh, this is so beautifully written, Lindsay. Great narrative. Dang...where's the tissue?
Laurie Avatar
February 9, 2016 at 9:08 PM
Hello Kim ... thank you once again for your kind comment Kim. I trust you found a tissue - Lindsay
Schneiter Avatar
February 2, 2016 at 10:23 PM
Sweet, ever-so sweet . . . composed as only Lindsay can do it. Made me think of my parents; seeing a grown man cry is a terrible sight.
Laurie Avatar
February 9, 2016 at 8:58 PM
Thanks once again for your support Paul. This type of poem can dig up thoughts from the past - Lindsay
Lindley Avatar
February 2, 2016 at 6:19 PM
Lost my dad over 46 years ago, this poem hit me deep. I'd gladly give a million bucks to be able to spend a day with him now. Super 7 for this one and adding to my fav list my friend.
Laurie Avatar
February 9, 2016 at 8:54 PM
Hello Robert ... thank you for commenting Robert. Sometimes a poem like this and many others I have read can touch the soul and bring back fond memories - Lindsay
Gupta Avatar
February 2, 2016 at 12:33 AM
Eye- moistening......beautiful!
Laurie Avatar
February 9, 2016 at 8:48 PM
Hello Probir ... thank you for your appreciative kind comment - Lindsay
Thirtyseven Avatar
February 1, 2016 at 10:04 AM
Great poem Lindsay. You tenderly handle this warm homecoming. Your last line clinching the deal. Well done.
Laurie Avatar
February 9, 2016 at 8:45 PM
Thanks Scott ... if this poem can touch some people's heart then I'm happy - Lindsay
Beaufort Avatar
January 28, 2016 at 7:44 AM
A really great description of the blend of feelings that accompany all the stages in life. This has made me cry since it is so poignant. Since we have children and one parent left, we see this from both sides. How do we explain all this?
Laurie Avatar
February 9, 2016 at 8:16 PM
Hello Duke ... this is a part of modern day life with the world seemingly so much smaller and home fires not burning as bright as they once did - thanks Duke - Lindsay
Turner Avatar
January 27, 2016 at 7:26 PM
Great write but shame on you for staying away from the "P's" that long. Great rhyming.
Laurie Avatar
February 9, 2016 at 8:13 PM
G'day Daniel ... it's not about me personally Daniel, but it is close to home - thanks mate - Lindsay
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