In response to the Photo 101 – Blogging University for the day one – Home and Getting Oriented
You were the first to listen to my loud cry,
my crib, the place where I was born, but you didn’t see me grow up.
I have been thirty years away
and coming back to you I realised you were changed,
but so did I.
I spent some more years with you the second time,
until I found my new home far far away.
But I will never forget,
you were my crib and I will always come back,
to the place where I took my very first breath.