The silence has ended.
You have returned, triumphant.
My voice forgotten.

A prodigal one-
you are as hard to ponder
as that cherished child.

Doesn’t everyone
secretly love the troubled
just a little more?

I was so quiet,
made myself so very small,
respecting thier needs.

Making sure they ate,
nobody was late to work,
No, I’m not crying.

Everything is fine,
we are so glad you’re back.
Let me get the pie.