Home run

There is
(Probably)
A perfect poem
For precisely this moment:
One that captures in a few short lines
The exact feeling
Of sitting up in bed
As night draws in
When long hours of rain have ceased
The fire has burned low
The ale-mug is empty
And a newly-returned beloved child
Sleeps softly in the next-door room.
What a poem
That would be;
And how blessed the man
Who gets to write it.

 
 

This weekend, we’ve been treated to a visit from our daughter, who’s halfway through her first term at university. The iPhone and FaceTime mean she’s much less ‘gone’ than we were when we made the same leap 30 years ago, but they’re no substitute for the real girl. How utterly wonderful she is. N.

4 thoughts on “Home run

    • Thank you as always, John – she’s an only child, so I’ve had a severe case of Empty Nest Syndrome to deal with on top of everything else..! But it’s fantastic to see her so happy and thriving, loving her course and enjoying her new surroundings. We couldn’t be happier, or more proud. N.

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