The dog still shed its hair, <br />The counterpane wasl torn, <br />I thought your love <br />Would put it all in order <br />When I came. <br />I was astonished by the dirt, <br />Was it left deliberately <br />To satisfy my shame? <br /> <br />You praised yourself <br />For coping with the children <br />In my absence, <br />But to bring me home <br />Without a single spoken word <br />Was unforgiveable, <br />Like stamping on a flower <br />Already dead.<br /><br />Philippa Lane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/home-coming/
