Poems (White)/Home

by Jeannie Copes White

For works with similar titles, see Home.

HOME

You see that home across the way,
Where flowers are bright and children live?
I watch this home as, day by day,
The father comes from work at eve;
For just as dusk comes over head
I see a window open wide.

Two yellow tops, and one is red,—
They watch for father's homeward stride.
When once they see his loving face,—
It is the sweetest sight to me.
My! What a shout, and what a race!
It's father's coming home, you see.

The first a kiss: how very fine!
The one who wins will get a crush
By those who come along behind.
No king such escort ever had
To queen that's standing by the gate,
While baby waves and calls "Dad! Dad!"

The king's return to home in state.
The home; to pass beyond the door,
And peep at life so fair within.
There's pictures, chairs, things on the floor, -
All comforts he has worked to win.
Just what I see? You want to know?
In this sweet home across the way,
Why, love that will not let you go,
And welcome that must have you stay.
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And may my home across the way
Have all this love, and welcome free,
Just like the one I see to-day,—
With some one at the gate for me.