When I Return Home

A time when I was a young girl and we'd travel back to my home state and I always had to visit with that special boy that I had left behind when we had moved. To C.H.

 

            Returned Home

 

 

                        When I returned home I'd call you on the telephone.

                        You would always be surprised to hear my voice on the other side.

                        I'd asked  you to meet me at the corner of my grandma's road,

                        to see how much you had grown.

                        It always took you quite along time,

 

                        But when you got there the memories opened wide.

                        Sitting together hours on end, I felt even closer than we ever had

                       been.

                        Now, time goes by till I return home and call you on the telephone.

                        But I know there’s a spot that gnaws at your heart waiting till I return home.

 

summer 1990