Years

I went home for Christmas

To the house that I grew up in

Going back was something after all these years

I drove down Monterey Street

And felt a little sadness

When I turned left on Laurel and the house appeared

And I snuck up to that rocking chair

Where the winter sunlight slanted on the screened-in porch

And I stared out past the shade tree

That my laughing daddy planted on the day that I was born

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And I let time go by so slow

And I made every moment last

And I thought about years

How they take so long

And they go so fast

Across the street the Randol's oldest daughter must have come home

Her two boys built a snowman by the backyard swings

I thought of old man Randol

And his Christmas decorations

And how he used to leave them up 'til early spring

And I thought of all the summers

That I paced that porch and swore I'd die of boredom there

And I thought of what I'd give to feel another summer linger

Where a day feels like a year

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Then the door flew open, and my mother's voice was laughing

As she called back to my daddy, "Come and look who's here!"

And I thought about years