Thank you all of you for positive comments and emails about poem I publish on my blog. Here is another one. When I came to the USA, I felt sometimes homesick.
This is my prayer of homesickness.
Ripped apples, father in his concrete work
Let me think about home
Mom’s dirty hands from each day lunch
which does God bless
Sister’s homework in the night
Make my light…
Coming home fulfill my soul
Joy of seeing then again
I can’t describe in this poem
God let them do that for long
I ask you in name of our Lord. Amen