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.
This is written so well!
Thank you!
iLike the title of your blog btw. writes2escape … raises questions like why, escape from what, etc. 
I like to call it escape from the mundane trials of life, but eh, it could be anything! =p to be honest. I like to keep the name open for interpretations.
It’s good to keep it open for interpretations!
It is very lovely and good poem.Thank you,may GOD bless you.
Thank you Endale!
Yes, homesickness to not good. But at times we can’t help it.
Yes, at times we can’t help it. Thank you Bindu for stopping by!
“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.
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.