Coming Home?

Looking at the sky
watching the clouds go by
Hearing the traffic on the freeway
The smell of downey fresh clothes in the air
The cool breeze upon my face
and the wind in my hair
In the midst of all this
I see your face, in the clouds
In the rumbling traffic i can hear you
calling my name
Telling me you love me
and your coming home

by Phats Love

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I feel a twinge of grief and sympathy for this series of anguished poems. May St. Gabriel visit you in your dreams and touch your heart with his Healing. T.G. Hadley