Going Home

I had a dream where I was back

At my home.

Not the house I’m living in

But my home.

Where birds sang along to rhythm of the flowing creek.

When grandma would gently kiss my forehead

And tell me how much she loved me.

Sunshine slipped through the curtains

And fell onto my pink pillow.

The smell of grandma’s bakery sneaked into my room and drove me up.

Baby, I made your favorite bread.

Summer mornings were filled by a mixed smell of honey and flour

Sometimes watermelon.

I had goldfish. And turtles. And a hamster. And a cat. And a dog.

Grandma helped me taking care of them.

There were music. And laughter. And two happy people feeding some hungry pets.

There was a little girl who didn’t know anything about growing up. And leaving home.

I woke up. The dream ended.

So did the song of the birds. And the music. And the laughter.

And the smell of honey and flour was nowhere to be found.

Emma Liu

other poetry

A correct way to look at a sculpture - yvette shu
Desperation of the night - britney lu
dreaming of rainy day phonecalls - sophia ma
Hot singles in your area - green tea
masterpiece (a message to the critic) - Caitlin Delgado
so can you say it - santino llorens
so we danced - emma liu
the “death“ of a black “man” - Santino llorens
the gingko tree - 216.66 (Pai Sinpatanasakul)
the hunger of the ground - santino llorens
then I saw a wonder - dr. cantwell
this is not a quiet voice - priscilla centeno
times gone by - Vienna (Jackie Shugert)
WE WERE PROMISED GREATNESS - 光头强
you remind me of a jazz song - kenny clay