Home

Another beautifully written piece by my daddy. Looking forward to coming home!

Home

 

The backpacks are weathered and the feet are now sore,  The dirty laundry lay piled on the floor

 

The card  in the camera is filled with their treasure,  Memories for a lifetime to many to measure

 

The passport stamps from Dublin to Rome,  The final page reserved for the last stamp, HOME

 

The last few days for the last few sights,  Greek beds and pillows for the last few nights

 

The wine and the foods of the nations are fine,  But crepes and perogies are back on their mind

 

Spaghetti sauce of awesomeness oh so good,  And soup on their Sunday's the way that they should

 

They left as two persons committed and strong,  Three and a half months has not been too long

 

The strands of their lives have endured the weather,  And now are so tightly are woven together

 

The families they left, they love so much, Though their efforts were many to keep in touch

 

Text and blogs are wonderful you see, But there has been growth in their family tree

 

This uncle and aunt, new additions must meet,  They'll be bundled and waiting for this special treat

 

The rest will remain as they were in their places,  Eagerly awaiting their smiling faces

 

Some things have been lost, others have been gained,  But one thing for certain and clearly remains

 

The void that was left when they departed so thrilled,  By these two world travellers it can only be filled

 

A tug and a pull and soon more and more hands,  To pull on that chord of those two woven strands

 

We have sat and waited and watched and read,  And travelled the world with their blog in our head

 

The voice in the teddy bear  "I love you " it states,  For one little Abigail whose first birthday awaits

 

Patience more patience the day oh so soon, But it still feels as far away as the moon

 

In our prayers we have held them and missed them so much,  The time is so close that our lives again touch

 

The prayer of your sending we read once again,  To recount our blessings as it reaches it's end

 

The voice of your mother all strong and proud, But tears fell on her cheeks as she read it out loud

 

We prayed for your safety each day and each night,  The Angels we beckoned would hold you so tight

 

The wind at your back and the sun in your face,  Truly brought joy in place after place

 

Roscoe, the promise of our care he would see,  Barking at the door not buried under the tree

 

Our prayers have been answered, we thank you God,  And yes Roscoe is on the green side of the sod

 

So together we pull on that chord now so strong,  To Home you are beckoned  at home you belong

 

The Mothers, in front the Fathers behind,  The brothers the sisters the children in line

 

The grammas  the grandpas the family and friends, uncles and aunties and cousins attend

 

Each one that loves you puts in a hand, As Together we're pulling you back to this land

 

The soles of your shoes more worn than before, Soon will be walking through the door

 

A casual walk then a jog then a run, The Parents, The family, A daughter A son

 

The expressions of love had exchanged through the air, Over all of those miles the warmth had been there

 

The final promise when the travellers set out,  A beacon at home that would never go out

 

A beacon of love and of hope and of being,  So you knew where to come when you were done sight seeing

 

An evening arrival hand in hand  on the lawn,   And there it was The Porch Light was On!

 

A glimmer a sparkle , a hug and a kiss, This was home which they truly did miss

 

Mothers, Fathers, Family and Friends

Joined in with this chorus  :                                  

 

"And so the adventure ends"