This homecoming of our children
(young men and women who we miss,
although we give them freedom) :
this family moment of returning youth -
brown with summer from the south,
full of stories, carefree -
this scene is precious, gemlike,
but for a presence in my memory
which whispers out its background lines:
'If I were still alive today,
I, too, would love such times.'
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A touching write. Robert. Thoughts of loved ones, passed often make one melancholy but also brings back wonderful memories. Excellent poem. Richard