Dreamin' Of Home... Poem by Philip Lore

Dreaming of pasta, steam rising high,
Licking my lips, a sparkle in my eye.
Sausage and meatballs,
Warm, crusty, Italian bread,
Peppers and onions,
A bottle of red.

I remember the family card games,
Music playing on our Sony,
Strong expresso,
If I could only.......

Watching late night TV,
We sat in our place,
Glowing embers rising,
From a warm fireplace.

These are my dreams,
That seem so...far...away,
I want to go home...
To enjoy them someday.