Missing Home

 

I am missing

home...


My comfort zone.

its walls my protection and

its light my hope.

Underneath its roof

is where my faith takes its roots...


Where my father is my hero;

his words my inspiration and

his actions my guide…


Where my mother is my angel;

her sweetness is my bliss and

her love is my solace…


Where my siblings are my friends;

their help my refuge and

their presence my strength…


Where my siblings' children

are my eyes' delight;

their sweet innocence

a gentle reminder

that I was once a kid like them...


 Indeed,

there is no other place

where my heart truly belongs...

And it is still

A long way

Back home... 

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