When the day was done
we watched for your white truck,
then raced to reach you first.
A small morsel,
leftover from your lunch,
a treat for the winner
and always something
for the youngest one.
We clamored to greet you
to feel your calloused hands
and kiss you on the cheek,
our provider, protector
and king -
returned to his castle.
Aroma from the hot meal
filled the rooms.
Mother was always happier
when you were home.
You took a few minutes
to shower and wash
no more plaster dust
on your face and hands.
Then you took your place
at the head of the table
mother sat beside you.
All ten kids gathered round
heads bowed in prayer,
you blessed the food
"Which we were about to receive."
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