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The Old Home Calls

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Come back to me, little dancing feet that roam the wide world o'er,
I long for the lilt of your flying steps in my silent rooms once more;
Come back to me, little voices gay with laughter and with song,
Come back, little hearts beating high with hopes, I have missed and mourned you long.

My roses bloom in my garden walks all sweet and wet with the dew,
My lights shine down on the long hill road the waning twilights through,
The swallows flutter about my eaves as in the years of old,
And close about me their steadfast arms the lisping pine trees fold.
But I weary for you at morn and eve, O, children of my love,
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Ratnakar Mandlik 07 May 2016
Longing of an old mother for her children who had flown away has been wonderfully portrayed in this poem along with the curse of loneliness imposed on her. Thanks for sharing it here.
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Manonton Dalan 06 December 2015
sadness sometimes come to visit when you're old and alone
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