By: Ardis E. Parshall - September 12, 2017 These Let Him Find By Rose Thomas Graham When he comes back, he will not be the same,A little more the man, and less the boy.Greet him as from a winning baseball gameWith laughter in your eyes, hearts full of joy.And let him find in Dad his boyhood chum,Mom’s hair uncurled, if last he saw it plain.All through the house a gentle lilting humLike cooing doves in sunshine after rain.In his own bed...
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