The Homecoming
His flight was due in late that night
So to the base she came.
The guard gave her admission-
she was on his list of names.
The group gathered in Reception
was, mostly, silent and restrained.
There were mothers with small babies,
Older couples, frail and pained..
She thought she recognized one girl
Whose husband served with James.
She wasn't sure she could recall
the younger woman's name.
Like some modern Penelope
She'd spent her years alone.
Waiting very anxiously
for her Odysseus to come home.
But not like this, not in a box
Dismembered, dead and done.
She'd hoped to feel his warm embrace
preferably more than one.
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poem by John F. McCullagh
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