A NOSTALGIC POEM

"Welcome back son, I seem to hear.."

" Pull up a chair and have a seat..."

"And there, I think I saw a face......"

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 my 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