I remember a home that smelled somewhat <br />of sandalwood, <br />a happy place where each longing, each wish, <br />was understood, <br />where the family kinship made you feel <br />welcome and good <br />but destiny makes life a fading thing, <br />like a flower that withers after spring.<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-remember-a-home-cavatina/
