Daddy’s Home

by In All Our Years

approaching home at a speed beyond my mortal strength,

i wind out the day’s length…

i take my final turn and stop the hurtling mass-

i gaze through the fence, at my sons frolicking in the grass.

they hear the engine’s roar and come running, to my barely open door.

my tired mind greets them with a smile, realizing i am here, for only a while.

i kiss them, i hug them, i ask them of the day gone by.

i listen and am there- for their tender Eye.

daddy’s home…