The Return

The Return

And now I stand here with balloons
At this hour of dawn
I wait for you to disembark,
My girl who made me Mom
I don’t know what you’ll be wearing
Or how you’ve done your hair
You must have changed in many ways
Throughout the past long year
The sign says that you’ve arrived
My eyes are on the gate
I scan the crowd so eagerly
For that dear, familiar face
And though we spoke so often
And though the months have flown
I’ve been waiting long to say:
My daughter, welcome home!