Poetry: Come Home

I just finished this one. Thoughtful comments are always welcome.

Come Home

As sure as the sun comes rising up into the sky so blue

That's how long my love will last that I have for you

When autumn leaves fall to the ground and all else has turned brown

If love is like an ocean then in your love I'll drown

As sure as snow is icy cold and icicles hang from eaves

When you go marching off to war each day part of me grieves

I wonder where you'll lay your head and where your feet will roam

And each day I wish a wish that you will soon be home

As sure as seedlings sprout in spring and the crocus lift their heads

I look out to the trail you took and hope you'll walk back home instead

I cry enough to fill a pail and then I cry some more

And then I'm mad at the world and me for letting you walk out that door

As sure as tomatoes ripen in summer and pumpkins big do grow

I put my back into my work and sharpen up the hoe

I mend and prune and clean and milk until the sun dips out of sight

And then I light the candles on the windowsill to guide you home tonight