Going Home

Squirrel Person
Squirrel Person

“Going Home”*

In the next yard, swings
for children born, grown and gone
while we were away.

Where the ponies grazed–
came to the fence for nose rubs–
houses row on row.

There, Squirrel parents told stories
of an old man who handfed
pancakes to them all.

We sit, the old man’s children, waiting on the porch
as squirrels climb down from their trees
to greet long-lost friends.

Copyright © 2000/2010/2015, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld. All Rights Reserved.

*I’m thinking that this should be titled “Coming Home” instead.

Poetry 101: Rehab on 6 April 2015.

9 thoughts on “Going Home

  1. An anticipation of returning home, decades after the parents have died and the house belonging to someone else. Continuity of home, returning, nature. Since we were young children, beginning maybe 60 years ago, our father fed the squirrels and birds in the back yard. When one of my siblings built a back-yard deck for them, the squirrels started coming to the back window (overlooking the kitchen table) and hanging onto the window screen, asking for Dad to come out and feed them first.

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