Coming Home

My shoes squeak 

as I walk through the door.

Drops of rain fall to the floor 

as I shrug off my coat.

My nose is red and running 

from the cold. 

I hear the creak of floor boards 

As you come down to greet me. 

And welcome me home. 

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