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