Memories ***** Extended Home Poem by Rommel Mark Dominguez Marchan

Since I was a child I had vision
To gather treasured thoughts, unusual experiences and stay to the places
With an atmosphere that can fill up my emptiness

Waking up once at my lonesome bedroom I felt like a man of curiosity,
A son given permission to chase the wind that carries my dream from a far

Fired with negative humors full of despondencies I heard
Stronger than fear and confusion, they were thinking I was a lost fellow
A crank a dreamer greedy to capture the moon and to pull it down right now

Their thinking were misled by their innocent thoughts

I explore not for childish pleasure but to gather details
And print into pages

Give readers a private place where they can call their own extended home