I Made it Home Again
by Franco Bertucci
I made it home again
and again I noticed
that we live in the most beautiful spot in the world.
We have the most beautiful children,
the sweetest baby,
and the cutest house.
Our yard is the deepest,
our view is the best,
and our neighbors are great friends.
I am not trying to brag,
or to make people jealous
because their babies are not quite as fat.
I am trying to be grateful.
I made it home again last night,
and am still glad to make it, every time,
and I don't deserve any of it.
Poems and other embarrassing things. 2011 Franco Bertucci