Going Home

It's always special, going home,
For there we're sure to find
A well-loved smile, a welcome hand,
A manner sweet and kind.
And going home is beautiful,
For though we've traveled on,
We still have ties innumerable
That link us with our home.
For those of us who can't be home
With any frequency,
We still have bonds to take us there
Within our memory.

We think of Mother's homemade pies,
A fort up in the tree,
Of baseball games and picnicking,
Of family unity,
Of little brother's steadfast love,
Of boyhood pets we knew,
Of fishing trips and gardening -
The thoughts are never few.
The thoughts go on and on -
I'm glad they never end;
For it is always good to me,
This going home again.

~ Craig E. Sathoff