Honey, I'M Home
"Honey, I'm home. I'd hear him call,
Opening wide the big front door.
Near or far, I'd run to him.
Eagerly greeting the one I adore.
"You're a bit early or a bit late."
I had faithfully watched the time.
My heart over-flowed when he called "I''m
Home from the daily grind."
Once more I'd welcome those words of his.
"My love, I'm home can I have a kiss?"
Each and every day those words I miss.
January 29, 2014
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2014
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