My Hometown Poem by Dongming Zhou

One day,
my son told me,
I have two hometowns.
Yeah. He is a genius.

One is far away, separated by the Pacific Ocean,
and the America Continent.
But I can see
her faces, new development
and happy news everyday
through Internet.
I even can touch her
in my dreams,
but I don’t know
when I can really go back.

Another is certainly here.
Here I have my little son,
my wife,
my job,
and all my property.
Here I got trouble,
I felt lonely and misery,
here I survived from a new comer.
And here I recognized myself.

I love them both deeply,
although one likes the moon under the water,
another likes the flower I can tough.

Hometown, hometown,
my hometown is far away...
My son is singing.
But he doesn’t know what it really means.