With love.. from your homesick daughter.. ๐Ÿ’—๐Ÿ™‡โ€โ™€๏ธ๐Ÿ‡ฎ๐Ÿ‡ณ๐Ÿก๐Ÿ‘จโ€๐Ÿ‘ฉโ€๐Ÿ‘งโ€๐Ÿ‘ง

Maโ€™s in the kitchen cookinโ€™

Papa, watering plants in the garden

Hypnopompic illusion??

And truth none..

Tโ€™was just a vision

When waking up this morninโ€™

Perhaps wishful thinking!

But

I couldโ€™ve bought

a ticket

Flew to you in an instant..

Well, well.. with oceans

Between us

Would take days and nights

Even with the fastest flights

I still wish I could be there now

Ma, Papa with you… But oh..

Tell me how..

As to make things worse

has been here, rather everywhere, this virus..

For months

Lasting as long as years

Past are 4 seasons

Already about twice..

Gone winter,

Come again summer

I’m here..

Not with you there…

While I’m soakin pillows

Realizing

That I was just dreaming

As still far, yes so far away

From the day

I’ll again visit you…

Be home, for that vision to come true

While I’ll pray

May safe you both stay

As this pandemic,

brutal, toxic

which hasnโ€™t made this doctor though, yet sick

But this daughter so so miserably homesick ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

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