Long Familyson Poems

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Premium Member The Candle In the Window

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
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Riding In a Car With My Son

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.
Form: Narrative

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