What's this queer feeling in my chest - like i can't breathe? My legs & arms feel strange - like they don't belong to me & my house feels unfamiliar and lacks the comfort of home...
My bed is neither soft enough, nor hard enough - and my blankets are both too heavy & too light... i keep missing what the children said and in my distracted state, they impatiently repeat their requests, story, answer...
Finally - after days of flapping fins -
His flight lands...
In the wee hours of the morning, he finds our vehicle and drives home.
In the black of night, he creeps upstairs and finds me in our bed.
He's home.
& now, finally, i am too.
Sweet is the smile of home; the mutual look, when hearts are of each other sure. -- John Keble
2 comments:
I soooo know what you mean!
That's kind of how I feel about now... the kids left yesterday for three weeks holiday in Scotland and it doesn't feel right around here! Nice to have free time but I miss them already... it is going to be a very LONG three weeks!!
Saskatchewan Cousin
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