The Home I Left Behind

I dream of a house where the past still sings

where walls whisper secrets of childhood springs

A balcony stretched like open arms

where we watched the street, safe from harm

The bakery’s scent, warm and sweet

drifted up from below to our bare feet

Golden loaves and laughter untold

memories backed in the scent of dough

Oh, summer nights beneath the sky

where the breeze would kiss us as we’d lie

Stars would wink, the moon would glow

soft winds cooling our skin below

The front yard, my heart still roams

where a persimmon tree made its home

Branches heavy, ripe and bright

a childhood wrapped in orange light

To the side, where roses grew

red and wild, bathed in dew

Their scent still lingers, soft yet deep

the love we sowed but couldn’t keep

With my sister, side by side

in that world, so small yet wide

Whispers, giggles, dreams we span

in a time before the years would run

But the door have closed, the echoes fade

and dust now gathers where we once played

Yet in my soul it stands so tall

my childhood home, my heart ,my all

By Angela Panahi