Coming Home - Aug. 28, 2025

Gary Hunter
Aug 28, 2025
1 min read

within sight of our house,

the dogs’ shoulders relax

heads droop and tails hang

lower, each a step slower

till they reach the front door

after a long walk, we’re all

ready for a welcome drink

and a favorite spot to plop

that’s what a home is -

a mother with ushering arms

to embrace and offer you

whatever you want

knowing that, how awful

I feel when I drop the key

as their longing wilts,

just a nose from the door

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