I've been in heaven with my wandering children home. Thank you to both of them for traveling so far to spend time with their grandparents on their 85th birthdays and for spending their rare vacation days with us.

The kitchen smells like bacon 
                    when you're home.
The pantry shelves are crowded
          with naughty pleasures from
                    the cookie aisle--
The fridge is packed.
There's fruit in the bowl,
                     flowers in the vase.

And though you check your phone--
          your busy life on hold,
Your friends, your work, your loves
                    antsy in your absence--

Know that your warm self
          reading on the sofa,
The very flesh and blood of you
                    filling these rooms,
Fixes my life 
          to life
Like the stickiness
Holds the yellow post-it--
          the reminder
                    for extra milk and eggs--
                              to my mirror.