Homesickness

I am aching with a sort of homesickness. A sort of need to just go home. A sort of need to put things right, to catch up with my mother while sitting in a low chair by the kitchen door, letting her dog playfully bite my toes while it lies in the evening sun, and I get to drink the tea that my mother makes , while she bustles about , telling me the latest goss, complaining about the world in general..while I just sit there , looking out at the sky...the sky...when was the last time I saw a good piece of the sky I wonder..

homesick. After all these years.