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Homeward Bound

Updated on September 1, 2013

Homeward Bound

by A.Gagliardi

Homeward bound

My adventure used up.

Its burnt-out end completing

days in another land.

Homeward bound

The tale most recently spun.

My family is waiting

To hear the tale unwound.

Homeward bound –

Journey’s end in sight.

Time resumes

its normal flight.

When I Come Home

When I am in my car, driving toward home, I cannot wait to get there. I sometimes feel the expression on my face run off like so much melting butter. My professional smiling face slides down into a more somber look. I am ready to cry - no, to bawl like a newborn calf searching its mother.

My exhaustion rears its tremendous head and I sag into the car seat, trying to keep my focus on the road ahead. I sigh and wonder why I keep going day in and day out. I keep it together long enough to turn into the alley at my house and ease my car into the garage stall. It fits like a finger in one narrow parcel of a glove.

I drag my tired body into my house. And there on my couch sits my spouse. He is waiting for me day in and day out. He has heated water for me and I quietly make a cup of tea. Together we sit sighing, and talking, and sipping.

We discuss small moments of our day, touch in a tentative way, and snuggle side by side to recover what the day has cost. We sigh and wonder why we keep going day in and day out.

Our spent bodies search for renewal in the touch, the tea, the you and me.

My Spouse and me

A touch and a sigh.
A touch and a sigh.


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    • agaglia profile image

      agaglia 6 years ago

      Hi Nellieanna,

      I'm so glad to hear from you again. Thank you for your nice comment. I can only hope to do as well as you do. You are an inspiration.

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      Nellieanna Hay 6 years ago from TEXAS

      I love this poem and the soft, beautiful shared touches, sips and sighs between the two of you. I shared that kind of special intimacy with my late husband, George. Yours gives me goosebumps.

      Your profile pic is just lovely, too!

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      agaglia 7 years ago

      we are all happy to be home at the end of the day, aren't we.

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      Betty Ann 7 years ago

      Another winner, Annette. I especially like this one because I can relate so well. In the past, I remember many days when I've arrived at home and in my garage, I've sat and cried with relief and exhaustion. Thank goodness retirement came and rescued me. But, I still am relieved to arrive at home from wherever I've been.