C.H. Seow Poems
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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.
A Soul’s Prison
The guilty twist,
Churning my heart like a windmill gone wild!
The manipulated truth!
Stupid me! Foolish me!
Of how pathetically minded am I…