A SHORT POETRY

GOING HOME

Some say that when you go back home,
It's like returning to the womb,
Which anyone could readily see,
Is just an impossibility

For home is now an empty building
Where once there was a lot of singing
An eeire silence now took its place
And I there! I think I saw a face..

"Welcome back, son" I seem to hear
"Tis good that now you're finally here,
"Pull up a chair, and have a seat
"And on the table. there is something to eat.."

I see their images inside a frame
Their smile is sweet, its always the same
I move about; their eyes would follow
Even when I sit beside the window

The view of Asingan meets my eye
The verdant trees, the azure sky
Behind that tree line lies a road
Which in the past, I always trod

Then barked the dogs, while voices screamed
As if to wake me from my dream
I heaved a sigh, the guys are here
I hope the heat will be easy to bear!


VIC COSTES -O4/24/2009