I used to feel the overwhelming feeling of home.
The feeling you get from a place where you grew up.
A place where you first did this and you first did that.
A place where you seem to know everybody, everything,
and you knew every nook and cranny of the town.
A place where you felt like you were amongst your tribe.
Then comes a day when that place can no longer be home.
Mother Nature makes you pay the price for living in a bowl.
And you pick up and move on and try to get back some normalcy.
You make frequent trips back to try and find the home feeling.
But, it’s like the Benny Grunch song, “Ain’t There No More.”
You live in a bigger city now, a different kind of place,
and it has a lot of nice things and different people to meet.
A place that just about has everything,
except that thing you can’t put your fingers on.
The overwhelming feeling of home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem