10 Hours,
3 Planes,
Leaving my bower-
Life before, Wanes
Summer solstace,
My window view.
California's new hostess-
Can start anew.
Missing him-
Much too soon.
Ohio dims;
Look t'ward the moon.
Here I come,
We are landing.
Coming home,
Now I'm standing.
On our way,
Here we go.
It's a new day-
Mom dosen't know.
See my street,
Must stride lightly.
California at my feet;
Go I, quietly
All wrapped up-
Door-bell rang,
She opened me up-
And to me she sang.
©-JLC
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