The click of needles, lapping, overlapping
With the ticking of the clock.
A fresh scrubbed child, tugging
At a rag-doll’s torn frock.
The banked-up fire, slack and coke
Breathing warmth across the room.
Mantles glowing, left and right
Cast light into the gloom.
A blackened kettle bubbling
Lid lifting on the ring.
Enameled bowl, awaiting
With red soap on the rim.
A place still set for dinner
Plate-topped, overdue
All waiting for the footfall
Of a hobnailed wooden shoe.
The double-tap upon the door
The lifting of the latch
A weary smile, the wistful eyes
The doffing of a cap.
Hometime.