I long for home,

The land of my birth,

The place I was bred,

Where as a child I grew up,

Knowing the simple ways of life,

I long for my home,

Where I grew strong,eating mama's food

Sitting on her laps,

Learning the language of my land,

And the culture of my people,

I long for that home,

Where granny taught me moral virtues,

To fear God and to respect men,

Doing the best that  I can

To be useful to my generation.

I long dearly for my home,

Not here, where I seek greener pasture,

Life here is different, and the people too,

Where violence, drugs and sex prevail,

This is not home, but hell.

View makezela's Full Portfolio
Ruth Lovejoy's picture

beautiful piece and I agree with your personal comments thorughout

prboggs's picture

Though our years and miles apart are vast, our upbringing or rearing, are so simularly close... Also, unfortunately, the ills or our world's become mirror imagery rapidly... So close, yet so far, yet so much alike...

Always love unconditionally without reason, and may you give without taking. Abundant Love, Peace, Hugs, Kisses, Joy, and most of all Faith are yours!!!

Pauletta Ruby Boggs