HOMESICK AT HOME
A poem by my daughter Insha
It is so strange to be home
It was so fun there
I feel so alone
The loneliness is too much to bear.
There were so many happy smiling faces
People taking me places
Oh, it was all so good
Touchwood.
It is so strange to be home
And see all the empty rooms
Just like an empty dome
Where no flowers ever bloom.
There were so many nice things
Even the birds used to sing
Oh it was all so good
Touchwood.
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