Welcome Them Home. Poem by Kaarem Perawiti

The hall ways of my memories
have been closed for way too long,
as i read through other poets lines
my memories sing a song,
awaken to more present smells
and tastes of steam pudding
round laughter and joy
with music of christmas bells,
the smells of pine wood walls around
the crickets in the mid night sound
as father christmas tumbles down
on television, no room allowed
for fighting with my sisters now,
the dogs are talking to the sheep some how,
in our two bedroom cottage, mum so proud,
dad so loud as strong as rock,
just a couple of memories that i forgot,
i miss thoes sunnydays on
the farm alot, with the oven fire
and boil ups in the pot,
memories are ready for me to let known
the start of my of my stories
as I Welcome them Home....