Wednesday, May 07, 2014

Coming Home ~

It was my seventeenth summer 
for the first time I had been away 
and now I was coming home -
My father met me at the station 
and as I walked beside him 
his eyes, usually so reticent 
were bright and sparkling -
Emotion rose in me, swelling until 
I could scarcely contain it -
The very houses we were passing 
houses I had known since childhood 
seemed to be brushed with magic -
It was as though I had never seen this street before -

In later years I would walk this street again 
on occasions sometimes joyful 
sometimes shrouded with grief -
but this was a shining thing apart 
a moment I would keep for all time - 
I had been away and was learning 
what it was like to come home. 

48 comments:

  1. Margie,

    I can appreciate those memories in your thoughts. I used to enjoy returning to Belfast and the area of my childhood, but sadly the area has changed so much, that 'going home,' is no longer quite the same experience.

    Eileen

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    1. Hi Eileen
      Sorry that 'your going home' is no longer the same that you cannot enjoy it, that does happen quite often for many people.
      Glad you appreciated my poem.
      Thank you ...

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  2. What a sweet and wonderful memory captured so beautifully. We don't always take the time to remember, let alone write it down, I love what you've done with this!

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    1. Lisa,
      Your kind words are greatly appreciated.
      Thanks so very much.

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  3. A good moment, a useful memory.

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  4. How beautiful, Margie. Very heartwarming words. Whenever I return to my hometown, it's bittersweet. My father is gone, and so is one of my brothers. But their memories linger everywhere I walk, which makes it a happy and sad time.

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    1. Martha,
      I can imagine that is bittersweet when you return home with both your father and brother gone.
      Many thanks for the lovely comment.

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  5. ah i learned that as well...after i left to go find myself...and fell into a dark path...i made my way home...and they were there waiting on me....

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    1. Brian,
      I am sure your 'return home' was wonderful with 'them' waiting for you.
      I was only away for 3 months working at a summer camp but I missed my home so much and 'going back' was a time of 'magic' for me.

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  6. Margie, what a touching poem! You bring back great memories of my father, who died in 1984! Thank you so much for sharing this.

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    1. Linda,
      I am always happy to share, so you are most welcome and many thanks on the kind words.

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  7. So true Margie! This is so touching! Not until you go away and come back, then you know how much you miss home!

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    1. Stacy,
      That was most definitely the case for me.
      Thank you.

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  8. Bom dia,
    Boas memorias que vão permanecer para sempre em si, seu sentimento é maravilhoso.
    Dia feliz
    ag

    http://momentosagomes-ag.blogspot.pt/

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    1. Antonio
      Good memories always remain with us.
      Thank you.

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  9. Oh how beautiful and heart-warming this is Margie...I was there with you on your emotional home coming...and felt all those emotions with you.
    Thank you so much for sharing this personal memory with us.
    It has truly lifted my spirits today!

    Hugs xxx

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    1. Ygraine,
      When someone tells me I have lifted their spirits I am so thrilled.
      How kind you are to share that.
      Thanks very much .

      Hugs
      xx

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  10. A wonderful feeling to this poem.

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    1. ladyfi
      So glad you felt that way about my poem
      Thank you.

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  11. Hi Margie! It is so true that in order to learn how to 'come home' we have to be away. I guess it's the same thing with the Father. If we didn't stray, we wouldn't need his son. But we did, and now we can 'come home' each time. Just like you did!
    Blessings my friend,
    Ceil

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    1. Ceil,
      Thanks for sharing those meaningful words.
      They are appreciated.

      Blessings to you.

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  12. Those moments we retain in memory, Margie - the "coming home" times... Again, your poem speaks to me.

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    1. Hi Barb,
      It means a lot to me when someone tells me that my poem 'speaks to them'
      Thank you.

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  13. Margie -
    "..........there is no place like home"

    Love Gail
    peace....

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    1. Hello Gail
      Indeed, no place like home!
      Hope you are doing well.

      Love and peace to you.

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  14. I remember the journey back, there isn't anything like it and you describe it with such intensity and love, it's wonderful, stay well angel xxxx

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    1. Lorraine
      My experience was like no other.
      Thanks so much for the kind words.
      xx

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  15. Very well written Margie, I so get you Margie I had a similar experience on the very first holiday I had away from my family and hometown, coming back was exactly as
    you described it everything seemed brushed with magic on that day and yes, it does stay with you :)

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    1. Rose,
      Kindred spirits we are now then.
      Thanks for sharing about 'your return'
      And thank you on the kind words.

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  16. you so eloquently captured the feeling, I had chills reading your words... xox

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    1. Cat,
      How very kind, many thanks.
      xo

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  17. Nicely done, Margie. I can remember going back to drive by my childhood home and seeing how different everything looked from what I remembered. I guess some things change whether you want them to or not.

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    1. Hi Daisy
      Thank you.
      Many things do change and the feelings are not the same, I guess that is how life is.

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  18. They say you can't go home again, but that's a feeling we carry in our hearts and souls and has nothing to do with geography. Beautiful writing, Margie. Happy Mother's Day!

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    1. Kim,
      It's so very true that it's not about geography but about the feeling we carry in our hearts.
      Your kind words mean so much, thank you.

      I had a wonderful Mother's Day, hope you did too.

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  19. Coming home. What a wonderful feeling. Of course it was always going to beget a fine poem. Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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    1. A Cuban In London
      Your 'fine' comment was much appreciated.
      Thank you.

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  20. Lovely, Margie, and yes, one day I hope to return to my home town, and know this will be the right thing to do.

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    1. Carole,
      Thank you.
      I do hope you get to return soon, to your home town.

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  21. Hi Margie .. I can feel that feeling of 'coming home' .. and yes I've had it too .. driving in the drive way, driving over the border to Cornwall and getting ever closer to my mother and her home .. my home .. then too ... lovely poem ... cheers Hilary

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    1. Hi Hilary
      It is always so nice to have you visit.
      Nothing like 'gong home' to a place we love.
      Thanks for the kind words.

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  22. you would be so happy when you return home. That is a very good experience which i have also experienced!

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    1. Weekend-Windup
      It's the best experience, indeed.
      Thanks for dropping by.

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  23. Love the subject of the poem - coming home - father - ...just beautiful.!

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  24. Thank you for sharing this moment of beauty. Walking the beauty path are moments to cherish.
    Goodlife my friend.

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  25. Robert,
    So good to have you visit.
    Your thoughtful comment is truly appreciated.
    Many thanks.

    Goodlife to you my friend.
    Be well ...

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