Come Home

Come Home by Nicola Rickards Karesh

Fire raging
Babies wailing,
Mothers hushing, shushing
And suckling.

Daddy, where are you?

Gone off to fight
That war that is not 
In our or anybody’s best interest.

Gone out to break your back
Tearing down

A mountain that is.

Where are you Daddy?

I miss the bright light
Of your eyes
The stabilising force of your calm
When Mama gets off on 
A wild tirade.
I miss the warmth of your hug
And the comforting trod of your
Steps next to mine.

Daddy, where are you?

Days pass…
Babies are growing and pushing out
Babies of their own.
Mamas are lonely
And tired of their books and yarn.
They miss their man.

Come home Daddy.
Please, come home.

Nicola Rickards Karesh, copyright © 2012 – All rights reserved.


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