I brought Jason to visit

a friend with a newborn baby.

Jason was hidden behind me,

to see the tiny toes and faint face.

I held his hands and pointed at my tummy,

a home for you when you were tiny;

On the way back,

We met a homeless kid,

Huddled in a corner with eyelids shut;

Jason wondered where his home would be,

I murmured his home might be lost.

With hands tightly held, Jason relieved at home.

As night came, he lift my gown,

for a home he wanted to enter.

Home is not a house, but the one with love,

For ever and ever, I wish to be that love home.

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