Every morning I wake up in this place <br />I think of home, familiar home <br />At home I would wake up to the sound of birds <br />Then do familiar things during the day <br />I miss home and my sweet Sweetie <br /> <br />Every morning I wake up in a strange bed <br />From breakfast on through all the day <br />I remember my sweet Sweetie <br />Wondering what she could be doing <br />I miss home and miss sweet Sweetie <br /> <br />Yesterday morning I went to the lake <br />I touched the water without excitement <br />I wished I was touching my sweet Sweetie <br />Or even bathing her <br />I miss home and my sweet Sweetie <br /> <br />This night I am late to sleep <br />I am thinking of my children <br />But I desire my sweet Sweetie more <br />Because touching her is my desire <br />I miss home and my sweet Sweetie <br /> <br />I will wake up in the morning <br />Having dreamt of my sweet Sweetie <br />Because she is on my mind even now at night! <br />I know I think of her day and night <br />I miss home and my sweet Sweetie<br /><br />Nyota Yasulwe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-miss-home-and-my-sweet-sweetie/
