BACK HOME

 
When I stepped inside

And I start smelling that perfume

I thought I was at home

That strong smell of soup

Through my nose

Reached my brain

And waked up all my senses

I begin dreaming

And remembering my childhood

A little boy with short trousers

Riding in the town

With his yellow bike

And in the evening

Back to the way with bruised knees

Tender words and soft hands

Took care of me

And later on while closing my eyes

With my little head on the pillow

My thin body in a warm bed

I felt happy and safe

I was back home