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This is not the smell of home
This one that wafts into my nostrils
And into my senses
Definitely is not the smell of home.
It is the smell of a strange land
The smell of home long gone from my nostrils
But remains in my senses
And home is now a far away land.
How I long for the warm embrace of mother
And the stern reprimands of father
For the exhilarating presence of brothers
And the company of a loved sister.
To once again smell my mama’s cooking
And to announce my hunger with mock sneezing
And to hear dada's asking "what's cooking"
And for all to sit at the table eating.
To once again descend that steep incline
And the thrill when sight of home comes in line
To see the lights burning bright when it's dark
To receive a warm welcome, 'cos I’m back.
I know I will one day again perceive
And with the sight of home, a sigh of relief
And first as a whiff
The smell of home.
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April | Jul 29th, 2004
I like your poem. Its sweet and nicely written. Good job!
this is a good start, keep it up dear JEABEN STROME KWABINE DEGRAFTH JONHSON | Aug 12th, 2004
i think you are on the right path
buxton GHANA
home rotimi Olawale | Jul 25th, 2006
Home...
What a familiar tune...at the mention of Dada' my heart skipped...i miss him dearly!
God bless his memory.
Cheers
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