Home One, Home Two. Poem by SY Wong ...

I'll go to the Doc to delete worry.
To delete fear.
But not my memory.
To delete hate but love.
To delete anxiety.

Homey.

Home one.
Home two.

At home.

How I miss home.

Been away for days but everyday all I think is home.
I wish I can stay at home like a tortoise.
So, carrying its home even on the air plane to some far away land.

I still remember my home was so enclosed at times only to peep out, out of some places.

Last year around this time when the weather was hot I ignited my husband's workshop with fire from a candle.
Plumes of thick smoke choked some rats out of the kitchen!

Sorry, I have nothing like depression!