Home

Home at last
Open the door
Kisses are in store
Muffled voices from within
Unseen people


Smiling faces appear 
“Dad's home”
They all cheer
“Kiss me first,” they cry
All this love for free?

No, it's hard work
Love and hugs
Don't grow on trees
So when all seems too tough
And all the edges are too rough

Who'll be holding your hand?
Not your mate at the bar
But your wife and kids
Whether from near or afar

For, you're their star
Whether it's cloudy or wet
You'll be shining bright I bet
So don't forget what you've got
No matter how small, it's always a lot