C.H. Seow Poems
A Place To Call Home
A place to be loved
A place to put things to a rest
A place to call a shelter…
Where memories made up the walls
Where laughter and tears became the roof
Where unconditional love creates the warmth…
Occasionally the rain falls
But the sun shines eternally.
Occasionally anger took its place
But forgiveness rooted deep in souls.
Occasionally tornadoes came destroying
But it stands still and strong after the years.
Now, that’s what I call – a home.
If Heaven Ever Exists…
I used to sit by the bay
If heaven ever exists
Life’s like a box,
Every lock, stock and barrel,
A place like heaven,
Filled the void in me,
Like a child got his candy,
I used to think
If heaven ever exist…