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Homecoming<\/strong><\/p>\n You lift our new daughter from the car <\/p>\n <\/p>\n David Coldwell<\/strong> is an artist and writer based in the village of Marsden in West Yorkshire. His poetry has been published in a number of print and on-line journals and also featured in various poetry anthologies. His debut pamphlet, Flowers by the Road<\/em> was published by Templar Poetry in 2017 www.davidcoldwell.co.uk<\/a>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Homecoming You lift our new daughter from the car as I place the bags down and shout for the boys. Our neighbour is already upon you, leaving her garden to fend for itself in the excitement. And I watch the three of you from the window seeing you wipe away a tear as you […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15481","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15481","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15481"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15481\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15634,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15481\/revisions\/15634"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15481"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15481"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15481"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nas I place the bags down and shout
\nfor the boys. Our neighbour is already
\nupon you, leaving her garden
\nto fend for itself in the excitement.
\nAnd I watch the three of you from the window
\nseeing you wipe away a tear as you
\nspeak her name out loud in the hope
\nthat passing clouds will deliver
\nall the wishes you secretly made
\nand the sound of birds will remind you
\nof this day. The boys race to your side;
\ntoo young to hold me to account
\nwith all the promises I ever made.<\/p>\n