It is but as yesterday
The years that pass,
And I hear your footsteps
 On the stairway floor,
And from my room turn expectantly,
To see you pass
Just as before.

Our eyes would meet,
 Matter not the words,
In time we'd kiss
And you would say my name,
 'Hi Mum, I'm home again.'

                © Helen Catherine Cramer
                30th November, 1984.