Coming Home

I’m coming home, so tired and sore 
To see you smile and hope a lil’ more 
Travelling on the sea gale strong
In the tiniest whispers of a swallow’s song 
To you my love, on a distant shore

To see you bask in the sunshine, before 
They tell you of the blood and gore 
And taint our sweet love along 
I’m coming home, a last encore 

I don’t want eulogies, praises and lore 
Twenty one guns and respects galore 
Only wish to hold you, for a moment long 
In your sweet embrace, I’ll always belong
In memories I’ll reside, forevermore 
I’m coming home, through heaven’s door.
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Mithila Gogate

Mithila is a Financial Business Analyst but currently a stay-at-home mom to two tiny tots. A die-hard fiction fan, she has recently taken a plunge into writing poetry and short stories.

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