I yearn for a place;
Where mom’s cooking fills the air,
And the laughter of siblings echoes.
I long for a time;
When we’d share granny’s house,
With cousins, play until the cock crows.
I crave a destination;
Where sharing was a thing,
And granny didn’t have favourites.
Take me back there;
Where love spread wildly,
And toddlers were the only chaos.
I miss the old point in time.
I miss the old perfect place.
I miss the old happy home.
Read – Where I’m From – A Poem by Peter Ubi, Nigeria
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