Come Back To Me Poem by Sandra Martyres

My dear,

Don’t you see that I'm lonely?
Suffering inwardly, I do realise
That it was me who drove
You practically to insanity
But sure I've changed enough
To make you feel truly welcome
Back in your old homestead

For me there is no sympathy
The children do not visit me
Even though I am dying to see
Our latest baby granddaughter
In this house there is silence
No sound of a child's laughter
Please give me one more chance

I’d be ready to wear sack cloth
And apply ashes on my forehead
If I thought it would make
Any difference to you, but
Surely not, you’d probably just
Write me off as a wily hypocrite
So please listen to me one more time

I promise, this is not just a case
Of absence makes the heart
Grow fonder - rather it is the plea
Of a repentant man seeking mercy
This may sound incredible coming
From me, but I am truly serious,
Please forgive me and come back home

Yours affectionately