I stand in the light
my arms stretched high
my eyes closed
my face toward the sky
I feel your warmth surround me
I feel your warm embrace
I feel your gentle hand wipe the tears from my face
I feel your heart beat
strong against my own
I hear you softly whisper
"My child, welcome home."

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2000 �Iris Laureate-all poetry copywrighted
1999 � Sites by Starr
Came to read poetry