Home-Coming Poem by Philippa Lane
Home-Coming
The dog still shed its hair,
The counterpane wasl torn,
I thought your love
Would put it all in order
When I came.
I was astonished by the dirt,
Was it left deliberately
To satisfy my shame?
You praised yourself
For coping with the children
In my absence,
But to bring me home
Without a single spoken word
Was unforgiveable,
Like stamping on a flower
Already dead.
You praised yourself For coping with the children In my absence, But to bring me home Without a single spoken word Was unforgiveable, Love and pray your good poems, really heart of heart and its love make this nice lovely poem
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5/4/2024 8:37:02 PM # 1.0.0.1119
one of the most powerful expressions of disillusionment I've read, Philippa: both what's said and what is implied (I guess it's true that all poems have a 'subtext', an atmosphere they bring to life) .