Returning Home Poem by Bamukunda Hillary

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I have heard familiar voices
With the lullabies that used to take me to slumber
I have had comfort
On the laps that kept me quite
It's no longer fiction
Living a childhood reality
With the wrinkled old borns
On the Flippy floppy flappy thighs
Wishing all but being young
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I have run amock amidst the journey
The distance has been notable
Though the memory shortlived
Only to reinstate my brains
In a takeoff
I found my self home
Taking a nap as died in the dream
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©Bamukunda Hillary©