When I think of my parents…

When I think of my mom
I think of lovely dream
And her calling my name.
When I think of my dad
I think of King David
And his beautiful Psalm.
When I think
Of both of them
I play hide and seek.
When I think of our lives,
Storms of memories
Shake me off balance.
When I think, when I think,
My blood gets thick
And my stomach feels sick.
Not good to be homesick.

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10 thoughts on “When I think of my parents…

  1. “When I think, when I think,
    My blood gets thick
    And my stomach feels sick”

    that’s heavy and thick
    powerful words. but it sure is not good to be homesick

    your mom sounds like such a beautiful person.
    no wonder you are homesick.
    cheer up, call her up, plan a visit :)

    • Thank you mon amie for the lovely comment. :)

      I called her up, and the homesickness is a little lifted from my shoulder, but given the fact this is a holiday season, I can’t help it but miss her. :D

      A mom is a mom is a mom…. (as in a rose is a rose is a rose …) ;) … you can’t get enough of her.

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