The last day

It's the last day in Holland 

Time to celebrate an excellent trip,

Looking forward to getting home to see how

The seeds have burst forth in my garden,

To pick up my flute and see the smile in 

My daughter's eyes.

We've had chocolate and herring,

Have ridden paths through forests and fields,

We have shared carafes of wine, and twin beds

With our own comforters,

Such delights, all.

And now, postcards written, suitcases packed,

We will get up early tomorrow and head home,

Home sweet home,

Always,

Home sweet home.