Ana Schatzmann


110 Prince Street - Poem by Ana Schatzmann

I still remember every detail of this house, the look and the smell of it, the whole atmosphere.
I remember the blue walls of my room, the doctor's office that I could see when I looked out of the window.
I remember the kitchen, it was the biggest and cleanest kitchen I have ever seen.
The bathroom with its bright lights and all the perfume bottles standing on the shelf, in a perfect order.
The big white couch and the little yellow one, where I always sat.
The Garden with the tree that always reminded me of the one in 'Pocahontas' and the white roses.
I remember the smell of dinner, the sound of someone singing in the shower, the feeling of fresh air blowing through the opened window.
I miss waking up from the dog whining for company in front of my window.
I miss how the sun hit my face every morning as soon as I stepped out of the door.
I miss coming home to a bunch of questions awaiting me.
But most of all I miss the people who lived there.

Topic(s) of this poem: family, home, homelessness, homesick, life, missing, parents, sad, switzerland


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Being an exchange student who returned back home, I like to think back to my beloved host parents and my second home.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 1, 2016



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