The Long Road Home

It was a long road home. We left behind our view of the East Bay,

Crossed the causeway from Galveston to Houston,

Survived the Houston traffic, and headed for Burleson and evening.

We took refuge with Bob and Chas, who are raising orphan triplet kids. The larger two drink from bottle holders.

The tiny one, just half as big as her siblings, has the privilege of being hand-fed.

Early the next morning we got onto I35 and traversed the labyrinth of Fort Worth,

passed through the red, red dirt of Oklahoma,

whizzed by the snowy Flint Hills north of Wichita,

left I35 when we saw the welcome sign for U.S. 59,

turned off Highway 59 onto country roads,

pulled into our driveway, which a neighbor had plowed, and found, to our delight, that Laurie and Greg had shoveled a path to our front door.

It’s mighty good to be home, a place like no other.

Copyright 2013 by Shirley Domer