A Norman Rockwell painting

From height to ground when he
Looks around there’s a blur of colour
People popping out of doors
Breaking all their hinges free
Neighbors peeping through kitchen windows,
Just to see
The kids in the trees with the
Scratched up knees say Hiya Earl
But left, the secret girl with large blonde
Curls,
Stands behind the wall, they been separated since last fall
Sassy ‘Casy is his girl
Turning right something won’t be stilled,
It’s the neighbor Roger jumping cause he’s so thrilled
Yet, it’s Uncle John that booms out straight ahead:
“Welcome back Earl, we’re glad your not dead!”
“Write a letter once in a while,” he offered
The advice with a smile
Soon after this reunion, a figure off to the
To the side, was the body of the first
Woman that he could confide
He walked straight toward his mother;
And while furiously sobbing and hugging each
Other,
Creating great lakes on the ground,
Earl had only a second to turn around
He turned to the noise beside him,
And another door creaked
from the step on the stoop, a young man leaped 
Laughing and grinning wide, it was his brother Pete
“Golly Earl, am I glad your home!”, he yelled
And landed into Earl’s arms to be held
Better than his honor, more than his income,
Earl though of nothing better than his soldier’s welcome