Thinking of Home

Thinking of home he sits at the table and looks around,

Not a person to be seen and not a single sound,

Everything looks the same but not like before,

Cause his family is back home where the waves hit the shore,

He's been away at work for a long time now,

There's no work back home and he has to support his family some how,

So he remembers when he left them with tears in their eyes,

As he kissed and hugged them and said their good byes,

The kettle begins to whistle and he reaches for his mug,

He pours the water as he remembers the warm feeling of his daughters hug,

Every morning when he left she would be waiting with out stretched arms his way,

He would then pick her up with a kiss and a hug before the start of every day,

He turns placing his mug on the table and sitting in his chair,

Looking back out the window in his eye forms a single tear,

Remembering the times, good and bad he spent with his wife and kids,

And quiet nights on the porch with her while the kids slept in their beds,

Gazing out the window he notices the reflection of the clock on the wall,

He finishes his coffee and out the door to another work days call,

It will not be long now before he's on a plane and on his way,

To be home with his family and hopefully this time to stay,