To My Hometown Poem by Susan T. Aparejo

The zephyr reminds me of nostalgic memories,
touching my brain softening my heart,
tears cascading from check,
squeezing my entity of childhood quart, .
bringing me to the saddest happiness.

Visualizing the ladderized heights of children -us,
a family of unity in terms of poverty,
a children of unity due to necessity,
one bread to fill the many,
Yet, the memory still rings the bell for me.

Years passed, turning one of us,
dreams divided us the nine,
but goal wrapped us all into one,
the struggle we set for life's ahead so great,
and the triumph was so sweet, the best!

Now, I long to turn back the memories of the past,
the echoes of agony of a battered wife
still painted in wall of strife,
the melodious laughter and giggle of younger dear,
All are my hometown's treasure.