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

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