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Monday, July 20, 2009

When You Come Home

When You Come Home
By Mark Schultz



My first day of recess
They all laughed at me
When I fell off the swing set
And scraped up my knee

The nurse called my Momma
To say I'd be late,
And when she gave me the phone
I could hear Momma say
"I'm so sorry, son.
Oh I think you're' so brave"

And she was smilin when she said:

When you come home,
No matter how far,
Run through the door
And into my arms
It's where you are loved,
It's where you belong
And I will be here
When you come home

I waved good-bye through the window
As I boarded the plane,
My first job in Houston
Was waiting for me

I found a letter from Momma
Tucked in my coat
And as I flew down the runway
I smiled when she wrote:
I'll miss you, son,
You'll be so far away

But I'll be waiting for the day

When you come home
No matter how far,
Run through the door
And into my arms
It's where you are loved,
It's where you belong,
And I will be here
When you come home

Well, I don't think
She can hear you now,
The doctor told me
Your mother is fading,
It's best that you leave

So I whispered,
I love you
And then turned away.
But I stopped at the door
When I heard Momma say,
I love you, son,
But they're callin me away

Promise me before I go

When you come home,
No matter how far,
Run through the door
And into my arms;
It's where you are loved,
It's where you belong,
And I will be here
When you come home,
When you come home


you can hear the song here

3 Comments:

At July 20, 2009 7:18 a.m. , Blogger Wendy said...

Thanks for sharing this, Paul...it is beautiful. Besides, the inside of my glasses really needed the "wet cleaning"!!!

There's nothing like a mother's love!!!

 
At July 20, 2009 8:25 a.m. , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Very touching.

 
At August 02, 2009 9:14 a.m. , Blogger Gayle said...

This is just too sad....from both sides.

 

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