Myyyy Hommme Poem by amans bho

I'm going back home
the best place I have ever known

how insufficient it always might seem
it is the place where I learnt how to dream

it is always incomplete without us kids
wonder how its going for mama and papa to see us rarely with drooping eye-lids

every visit to home is true time of heaven
and my parents nonetheless ease our burden

now i understand why home was held so high
its the best place in the world and with those memories I sigh!