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...
Originally written 4 March 2015
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