I am home and it makes me glad,
not being able to communicate with you made me sad.

I missed the fun and joy we share,
I hold our friendships so very dear.

It was nice seeing those I love and miss,
but couldn't wait to get home and write poetry like this.

It gives me joy to put my feelings into verse,
and being unable to was quite the curse.

I know not that anyone was blessed as much as me,
it lifted my heart that so many loved ones I could see.

But returning to this place we call home,
mattered more to us than being able to roam.

Until we are called home to be with God for eternity,
this is the place we are meant to be.

Writing verses and sharing my loving Father's story,
giving Him all the praise and glory.