Long Familyson Poems
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The young lad left his Mother's hearth when he was seventeen.
There was adventure beyond the far horizon, so much to be seen.
Her only son to distant realms and o'er the seas did roam;
Now he wearily trudged along the moonlit country road to home.
From afar he saw a candle in the window casting its mellow glow.
It beckoned him to the humble cottage he had left so long ago.
'Twas Home! Home!, the most beautiful mansion in the world!
He paused and mused as about him precious memories swirled.
He dropped his duffel and leaned upon the sagging fence,
To capture the moment and his random thoughts condense.
There, framed in the window was Mother with hair of snowy white,
Reading her dog-eared Bible by the flickering candlelight.
He recalled her parting words, "God go with you son;
I'll light a candle to guide you home when your bourne is done."
As he gazed upon her so serene, o'er him many emotions swept;
Recalling her tender love, his shoulders shook as he quietly wept.
He swept his frail Mother in his arms as he reached the door,
Saying, "Your wayward son is home, Mom, a-roaming never more!"
All roads lead somewhere, but the happiest road of all,
Is that which leads to home, be it mansion great or cottage small.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Placed No. 8 in Linda-Marie's "Razzle Dazzle" Contest - April 2011
We said our goodbyes
Promising not to stay too long
My son settling in
The roads to the beach
Straight and empty
That winter’s night
The Doors were on tape
Morrison's deep voice
Chanting
“Riders on the Storm…
Into this world we’re thrown…”
Dashboard burnishing dull green
My son
Arranging action figures
Asking questions
As only a ten year old could
While I drove
Following the moon
Chasing the stars
Peering ahead
Into the darkness
Wondering what he would be like
When he grew up.
Foolishly, I believed there
Would be more nights
And more times to ride together
Only to carelessly
Let them slip away.
Years later
We were together again
My son driving
On the straight and empty roads
Pursuing his own dreams
We were just like two guys
Following the shoreline
Talking
Sharing
Searching for a piece of the moon.