My (C)all

It started with an assertive bellow
And over time mellowed and slackened
To become a diluted undertone
That still called for you to come home
To come without the stagger or sidle
But to enter bearded with wisdom;
Flecked with the grey of the determined
And a talent for holding heart in both hands
Assured and certain
With a mind wired for mercy
Broadened and open
And a willingness to be satisfied

Or just to come as you are