<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508765" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Home-Coming</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My boy's come back; he's here at last;<br>He came home on a special train.<br>My longing and my ache are past,<br>My only son is back again.<br>He's home with music, flags and flowers;<br>With peace and joy my heart's abrim;<br>He got here in the morning hours<br>With half the town to welcome him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">To hush my grief, night after night,<br>How I have digged my pillow deep,<br>And it would be the morning light<br>Before I sobbed myself to sleep.<br>And how I used to stare and stare<br>Across the harbour's yeasty foam,<br>Thinking he's fighting far out there . . .<br>But now with bells my boy's come home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's Mrs. Burke, she has her Ted,<br>But less the sight of his two eyes;<br>And Mrs. Smith - you know her Fred -<br>They took his legs off at the thighs.<br>How can these women happy be,<br>For all their bravery of talk,<br>One with a son who cannot see,<br>One with a boy who'll never walk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I should be happier than they;<br>My lad came back without a scar,<br>And all the folks are proud they say,<br>To greet their hero of the war.<br>So in the gentle eventide<br>I'll give God thanks my Bert's come home. . . .<br>As peacefully I sit beside<br>His tiny mound of new-turned loam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+William+Service">Robert William Service</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=508765" data-title="The Home-Coming de Robert William Service" data-description="My boy's come back; he's here at last; He came home on a special train. My longing and my ache are past, My only son is back again. He's home with music, flags and flowers; With peace and joy my heart's abrim; He got here in the morning hours With..."></div> </div> </div>

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