Home Poem by Raynolds Moseamedi

It's not much to miss just Ice and fire
like a starless night lonely and just dark
What once felt like ruin now feels like a dream that
gave one a choice to choose,
The same pain now feeds my longing,
Hoping to regain my way back, but all memories are lost
In my sleep all I perceive is nothing
but a small house bliss filled and surrounded with blessed company
I can still see mom outside the house smiling in sadness
And the dogs so like wolved howling in madness
My mom's smile was beyond
All to hide her pain for I to gain happiness
Home a sweet piece at the tip of my brain
Home a small thought that results in grate longing
To home if the right path is nowhere to be found and
left with less choice,
I pray to life to bring dreams that have mom's voice.