Coming Home After an Exile in Marriage

My mother cried when the passport man smiled at her.

Welcome home:

Two words to bridge an ocean of grief,

Three syllables to encircle her fingers,

Kiss her lips sweetly,

Cling to her clothes like the smell of English rain-

Hold her.

Just as the tarmac cradled her feet as she rocked back and forth, still at sea-

But home.

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