Poem - Anticipation

June 2010

Anticipation

I’ll open the door

And there you’ll be,

Arriving from your life,

Coming home

For Thanksgiving,

We’ll hug,

Smile,

I’ll say,

How was the drive?

Much traffic?

Glad you’re here,

You’ll say,

Good to be home,

Glad to be out of the car,

And then we’ll stop

And smile again,

Each son,

Arriving home

For Thanksgiving,

All three

Will be

 Here,

Filled with stories

Of other places,

Other people,

A full life,

This is their home

Where they grew into young men,

Formed ideas,

Dreamed big,

And then departed

For school,

And life beyond,

When they were small,

I thought

 We’d be together

Always and forever,

But that was silly

Of me,

After all,

They must follow

The arc of their life

Wherever it leads,

I’m just glad

It sometimes

Leads them

Home.