This winter

Come home this winter

I miss you dearly

Come back for a dinner

No need to be yearly

Dust fills the room 

Where you left in a hurry

The glass still illumes 

Silhouettes, all blurry

Once it was small

Then it was tall

Came with two sons

But now, it is gone

The pages are intact

On a calendar pristine

The cuckoo is still

No chirps with no will

Your beautiful smile

Embedded with twinkles

I imagine it now

Worn slightly with wrinkles

But despite all the years

Spent illy with tears

You are always our little girl

Now gone from our little world

The silence is heavy

And so are our legs

But they are ready

To run once again

If you dial up the phone

Telling us you are home

Waiting out in the doorstep

While your dad puffs a cigarette

So come home this winter

Before we are thinner

Before we have withered

Before it’s too late