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William P Bussey Member
since 2000-02-26
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Coming Home The train depot looked the same, in two years seems I was all that changed, Looking around this little place, it felt like home, but still it seemed strange. As I put my seabag down and said hello, the station master asked, where you been? Not much of anyplace I said, names on the bag listed places I didn't want to see again. This man had known me all my life, as he looked at the bag, he said, welcome home, As we stood and talked, I felt out of place, though I was with him, I felt alone. It was strange standing there, in a place I had been many times before, I suddenly became aware, how much my life had changed, since joing the Corps. Although he was polite and asked questions, I knew he really didn't care, The war in Korea was two years old, and he didn't even know that I had been there. I only told him I was glad to be home, nothing of where I had been or had done, He had no interest in me or where I had been, he would if I had been his son. I walked toward the center of this little town, my Dad was there I knew, No one knew when I was coming, I had only said in a day or two. It was about five blocks to where I was going, a man I went to school with came by, I asked him for a lift, he stopped and I got in, he looked at me and barely said hi. We had known each other all our lives, and he seemed indifferent that I was there, He acted neither glad or even friendly, as though he really didn't care. I saw my Dads truck, and said I appreciated him stopping, and thanks for the ride, He stopped and let me out, the feelings he had, he made no effort to hide. The joy of seeing my Dad made me forget him, he was talking to a friend as I walked up, As I shook his hand and gave him a hug, I asked them both if I could buy them a cup. Now I felt I was home, I had missed him, I put my bag in his truck as we passed by, We talked and drank coffee, I said we better go, I could see he was about to cry. Mom was in the kitchen when I walked in, almost dropped the bowl in her hand, She was just as I remembered, we hugged, she cried, I tried to understand. It was a warm fuzzy time, one I will always remember, home was still home, As I sat there among all that love and warmth, I knew I had never really been alone. Years later , with a family of my own, I tried to teach my children what's really true, You will have friends and they are nice, but when you are in need, most will leave you. There is one thing in life you can count on, and on this you can rely, Friend will come and go, but Mom and Dad will never pass you by. |
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sweetcollege_girl Senior Member
since 1999-12-03
Posts 872just about where I want to be |
I liked this story, William, Very nice work! Keep it up! ~*~SCG~*~ "Poetry is what makes the invisible appear"-Author Unknown |
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