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For You Just to Come Back Home
A dripping from a wall seems so like sweat.
So like the tears the occupants had wept.
The roof leaks to expose the sky.
And if eyes were dry...
They weren't for long.
Not if they were seeking answers to prayers.
To come to the door.
Or stand on dirt floors...
With the one thing wanted more!
And a pot that steams from the stove,
Smells of chicken...
Feathered and in rice.
As a limousine slows outside to come to a stop.
Stains from the floor are mopped.
Eyes pop.
Jaws drop!
'Mama, I've come home.
Look what I've brought for you.
Look at what I've got! '
~I've prayed for this day.
I've prayed for this day.
I've prayed for you just to come back home!
With 'you' not things make us feel less alone~.
A dripping from a wall seems so like sweat.
So like the tears the occupants had wept.
And so much unlike their lives lived now!
Nor in their minds revisited.
Happy together.
That's all they ever wished.
poem
by
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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