Back Again, Rosie Cotton-Gamgee, poem twenty

What’s once been lost was found again,

the Fellowship once made was broken,

or so my husband likes to tell me,

but all is well at home.

A cat at the hearth, golden babes at home,

and Samwise my darlin’ rests his feet by the stove.

Second Breakfast is here, and as he dreams,

I know he is home, but his heart drifts beyond these beams

To a time before, and a Hobbit Baggins boy,

a ring, and a promise, and fires of Mount Doom.

And though there is sun, and good rich earth

and love enough to plant him,

like a vine he’ll sometimes search

for the friend he loved and reach,

a bond beyond even ours.

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