My aimless wander finds me wanting...
My family haunts me like a ghost
around this table; spirits chat and eat
It's been much too long
since I heard those voices for real
saw the smile in my father's warm eyes
somersaulted in my mother's complete understanding
or laughed and gasped at the speed
of my sisters' lightning wit

There is a peace there
in the disorder of my family
I'm at home there
in the disorder of my family

These years, I have spun so far away
but still we all hold so tightly
and my return feels as though I’d never left
that easiness and warmth retained
So, to bathe in my father's wisdom
or breathe in my mother's open heart
to relax with my sisters’ friendly tales
as they look to me with such respect

There is an unending bond there
in the disorder of my family
there is always a home for me
in the disorder of my family

This aimless wander has me wanting
to return, to see my family
to go back, to see my family
And so I go home...

(May 2010)