Could you bring me back the aroma Of my house I miss on Sunday mornings? The ruffled sound of the newspaper turning pages, Or the sip of chai muffled By the vegetable seller’s high pitched voices.
The door bell that wouldn’t stop ringing Or the barks of my neighborhood dogs. The honking of the bicycle passing by the streets, Or my neighbor showing off his brand new scooter.
A miniature world of love and laughter, Could you bring it back to me And take away my chaos from this peace? -Roosa-