Baby Come Home Poem by Dorsey Baker

Baby Come Home



I've got fried bacon
in the pan
scrambled eggs
on the table
whiskey in the bottle
and some wine
in the glass too
Baby come home
Baby come home

my eyes are salty
with tears
my heart
is flooded
with pain
Baby come home
Baby come home

I feel so lonesome
baby please come home
my skies
are all covered with clouds
Baby please come home!

Sunday, February 10, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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