Visiting Home

Visiting Home
For my loving parents Lillian & Paul

I wake up in the morning,
though I am alone,
it's a comforting feeling to be here at home.
The family's asleep,
though they seem so near,
it's a comforting feeling to know they are here.
I'm the first up in the morning.
I'll consume a few treats.
While I am deciding what I'll make them to eat.
Up on the mantel are their stockings with names,
although they all could not be here,
they are all with me the same.
It's a wonder feeling at Christmas to return home,
all the memories play here on the years coming on.

P. J. Campise