Saturday, November 5, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Home
That I shall not forget from where my root once belonged,
A place where my childhood played in,
Narrow streets, bathroom water dams,
Crowded rooms like crowded a dish sink,
Noisy kids, like a corrupt day care,
A place rough, plenty of food on the table,
House strict like in the army, warm like June