At the Door

My children are loving. My heart does soar.

They wait for me to come home. I am late.

They greet me with their hugs right at the door.

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I spend my life at office doing more

than my fair share. Patient, they for me wait.

My children are loving. My heart does soar.

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My kids are saints. They do not bark and roar

when tired, I'm high-strung, in frazzled state.

They greet me with their hugs right at the door.

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Guilt-ridden, my neglect I do deplore.

I wish our home life wasn't second rate.

My children are loving. My heart does soar.

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I wish their need for me I'd not ignore.

I wouldn't blame my kids were they irate.

They greet me with their hugs right at the door.

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I wrote these lines 41 years before

finding them today. There's been no change of fate.

My children are loving. My heart does soar.

They greet me with their hugs right at the door.