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CALL TO ARMS
by Charles E MinshallThere is one sound
most hasten to hear.
The sound of a loved ones,
"Welcome home dear."
For home they speed
in a high speed tear,
But the house is silent
not a soul is there.
In an easy chair
Their tired body slumps,
It is easy to see
they are down in the dumps.
Then the door opens
and a rainbow walks in,
They run to greet them
with an ear to ear grin,
And the same sweet sound
they hurried to hear,
I've missed you
welcome home dear.
02/14/2006 Posted on 02/15/2006
Copyright © 2024 Charles E Minshall
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/16/06 at 02:47 PM It's nice to see the title words used to express something positive as opposed to the usual negative conotaton of loved ones going off to war, and some never to return. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/12/07 at 04:50 PM I agree with Chris and Don both. It reminds me of when my older brothers came home during and after WWII. I was a teenager. |
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