Home for the Holidays

I hug my father at the airport
Daddy;
so much warmer in person
spent all year searchin'
here, at last, a hug with built in support

couldn't stand the cold outside
but i was never alone
was lost but walking home
learning from the tears i cried

what a relief it is to pee
and just to be!! to be!!!
licked my wounds
wrote new tunes
and lived free!

so many cities
short on pity
but the numbers dont lie
so the devil must have been I

that it hurts to love
or that i love to hurt
could have filled up on hope
but came back for dessert
continued my search
and in that hug i found the truth:

that even when it feels the farthest
home is always where the heart is.





Happy holidays, folks!!!