Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Farewell John

Editor's Note:  It is with a heavy heart that I must let our readers know that this will be the last poem by John Reinhart as a Songs of Eretz Frequent Contributor.  I will miss his fatherly yet eclectic poetic voice as I am sure our readers will, too.  And now, please enjoy "Homecoming," John's final poem as an FC. 

John Reinhart

in  her dreams
there are hugs 
& how was it
& welcome back,
we missed you

in  her dreams
the house is warm,
her room unchanged,
her knitting needles
still attached to the hat
for mom

in her dreams
the dog is barking
at the boys
playing football
in the street

in her dreams
the last check sits
uncashed in her purse,
her fresh start
on familiar ground

in her dreams
she is awake,
dreaming sunlight
into a living room
full of family, chatting
in her dreams

Poet's Notes:  Coming home is never quite what we imagine. It's never what we left, never what we are, never again, no matter how much there's no place like home, the ruby slippers never fit again, scuffed from too much road, from too much yellow, from highlighting markers explaining the importance of distance, which can never be undistanced. We stretch back into our beds, familiar paint peeling from the ceiling, same old carpet, a poster smiling back, unchanged.

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