Going Home

While birds fly back to their nests,
Men flock back to their hometowns,
Taking their wives and children along
From sun up ’til sun down

Crossing over seas and bridges
To get to grandma’s place
Just in time for a steamboat dinner
And a smile on grandpa’s face

Abalone, prosperity,
Dumplings like gold and silver;
Prawns for laughter
Fishes for more,
Coversations that never bore.

Author: Haunting Angel

[Fiction Writer] Armed with a background in performing arts, I aim to entertain or maybe inspire you with my love for storytelling. No matter who you are or what age you are, these are stories that you can laugh, cry, and have a good time with. Come on and join in the fun! View all posts by Haunting Angel

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