...To Come Home to

When night curls close to every window

Filling the firmament with deep-deepest blue

When it washes over daylight, a sea, quiet

I’m glad I have you to come home to

The dark ink of twilight writes ‘good-night’ on pages

We scribbled with delight and defeat

Its waves lap soft through tree-lines and soul-spaces

Jarring reality, bittersweet

Thought turns to simple and profound desire

Utterly glad for the blessing of you

Who needs more than a humble home-fire

And the touch of loved ones to come home to?

© Janet Martin

Last evening suddenly something came up and I needed to go out for a while. On returning home as I saw a family member through the window my heart lurched with gladness for someone to come home to, and sadness for those alone with nowhere to call home...