<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420236" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Homecoming</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">His flight was due in late that night</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So to the base she came.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The guard gave her admission-</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she was on his list of names.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The group gathered in Reception</div><div style="margin:10px 0">was, mostly, silent and restrained.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There were mothers with small babies, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Older couples, frail and pained..</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She thought she recognized one girl</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whose husband served with James.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She wasn't sure she could recall</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the younger woman's name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like some modern Penelope</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She'd spent her years alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Waiting very anxiously</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for her Odysseus to come home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But not like this, not in a box</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dismembered, dead and done.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She'd hoped to feel his warm embrace</div><div style="margin:10px 0">preferably more than one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A mosaic of Americans</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of every race and creed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All waiting for their soldiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Who had volunteered to bleed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The next days were a blur to her, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not memories to save.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A folded flag for her to hold</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and prayers beside his grave</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+F.+McCullagh">John F. McCullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=420236" data-title="The Homecoming de John F. McCullagh" data-description="His flight was due in late that night So to the base she came. The guard gave her admission- she was on his list of names. The group gathered in Reception was, mostly, silent and restrained. There were mothers with small babies, Older c..."></div> </div> </div>

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