The Place I Call Home Poem by PINONDANG SITUMEANG

When travel far away lying in five star suite
Never asleep as sound in my old sheet
When menues serve in western cuisine
Never eat much as my wife's cook

When sail for fishing
Longing family left behind
Night fall never forget to call

Every dawn adz an calling, waking me up praying
Ears entertained by sparkling water fountain
Spraying reached multi color flowers
Hot coffee scent, religious songs turn on

In the night fall, what I looking for
Chatting, banging the noisy kids
Reading the verses, pray for blessing
Before rest in my smell pillow
Its the place I call home