Home At Last

By Edenfalls

Mon, 02 Jan 2012
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6 comments
 

The gate was closed but still he entered
The path was long and straight
He knew where he was going, home.
As the door came closer, he smiled
A smile that had long passed his lips
Many years ago, too many to count.
It had used to be Red, but now was Green
Fresh paint by the look and smell
Flowers around the porch, still blooming
He stopped and waited, nervous now
He had dreamed of this moment
Now it was here, this was his time
He savoured it, breathed it in
Then went on, his hand on the door
Slowly turning the key, pushing gently
Then it happened, the sight he had longed for
The touch and smell he had missed
"Welcome home son", mums voice sounded like velvet
Dad was smiling as a tear began to fall
This big man, this big honest man was crying
The smile, the warmth, the love
He knew exactly where he was
He was home, home at last.

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Comments

Submitted by Highhat on
" the sight he had longer for" - longed for prodical-prodigal a very moving poem- and a hearty welcome to you here on Abctales. Looking forward to reading more of your work- ;)Pia

Submitted by Edenfalls on
Thank you Pia, i have changed the mistakes. Glad you liked it.

Submitted by Denzella on
Hello Edenfalls, Lovely poem. Speaks to me of love and a warmth that embraced. More please
 

Submitted by Denzella on
Hello Edenfalls, Another one I really like. You seem able to create very warm atmospheres with your poems. I feel like I'm there and enveloped by the warmth of his parents love. Keep writing
 

Submitted by Sooz006 on
It had used to be Red... do you need the had here? This is lovely. I saw a young man home from the war after a long time away. I visited my father once after five years away. The smell of the house (not unpleasant, just what it was) hit me immediately. If I smelled that smell now, stale cigarettes, home grown roses, food in the oven, I'd be taken straight back to my childhood. This one struck me a a kind of hybrid poem/prose. It's beautiful.

 

Submitted by Edenfalls on
Thank you Sooz so much for taking the time to go through these old bits and pieces of mine. I haven't had much time to write stuff lately but perhaps I will try again. many thanks for the support.