homecoming

Homecoming

By the open fire, hair dripping wet,

Memories in her head, she will not forget,

Her man away, work’s hard for his living,

Home to his lady, his all he’ll be giving,

Oh, and he is on his way, homebound, on the road,

Collect his wages, hard earned pay, lighten the family load,

Her hair patted dry, sat by the fireside,

Curlers all warmed up now, ready to stem the tide,

They’ll be going out then, dancing in the local pub,

But first, she must attend to him, fill him full of grub,

Children each with a curler, warmed gently in the heat,

Older ones at the ready, a hairdo, no mean feat,

When done, a net put over it, to keep it all in place,

A scarf upon the net, showing her angelic face,

Her man almost home now, dinner almost done,

Kids all fed and bedded, waiting quietly for him to come,

The latch on the front door, lifted quietly and with ease,

A vision of beauty in the candle light, she’s displayed, to please,

The traveling has been washed from him, he’s fed and had his fill,

Off to the dancing pub, his vision he would thrill,

Those days by the fire, prepping mam to meet our dad,

Memories cherished, frozen, of which I am so glad,

The days would come and go, and some for me are clear,

The result of his homecoming, thirteen reason’s we’re all here.