My Dwelling Place

Business’ city is where I belong,

the city of lights and moneymaking

but in that city whose towering

walls are raised,

Hidden is my dwelling place.

My little abode within the

noisy streets,

Encircled with screeches of those

tires within reach

Yet even in that place where noise prevails,

Still my house with harmonious

laughs and giggles are filled.

Though busy minds reign

my place,

Love’s never ebb

my dwelling place.

And love’s, turned our house

into a mansion

filled with care, kindness and heart.

But now, I left, to trek this path I take,

Memories in my heart prevail,

Thus, never will it be lost from

My sight.