Homecoming

It was a long time coming,
That soldier's return.
Back to the structure of his foundation.
The tiny white house on
The edge of the sea.
He grew and matured in this house;
With the shelter of it's angled roof.

The result, a decision,
That our country will honor everyday.

He knew the return;
Would be difficult.
Lung aching;
Heartbreaking.
Hopefully the familiar surroundings;
Will bring him back to a time of peace.

Back to the lighthouse that had been his escape.
Back to the dining room table, covered in lace.

The bristling waves lapping the rocks;
Will welcome his return.
Along with the giddy cries of his;
Beloved children.
The sound will hit his ears;
Like his favorite score of music.
A sound he will capture,
And play whenever he needs a homecoming.