============================================================== To reach ALL SJD members, please send to sjd@satjadham.net ... Do NOT include any other addresses when sending to the list... Include as LITTLE of the original messages as possible........ Message sent by: Douangdeuane Khamvongsa *** Announcement: *** Please register for SatJaDham Fifth Annual conference at the website http://www.satjadham.org/sjd5sd/ ============================================================== Hi there, Please enjoy another wonderful poem by our nong, D+D. I can't say enough of how proud and honor I am to be their pal. I can almost feel how uncle Lance, T, Minh, & Aaron must feel reading their so sweet poems. TheDeon Missing Home by Dah and Duh The bitter smell of coffee, brewing in the pot. The tuneless noise of Uncles song as he sings, some words forgotten. Sunshine in our window filtered through a tree All our toys and star ships neatly on the shelves. Our bookcase full of books we've read, computer on the desk. This room is very beautiful, its there we feel at rest. Long hallway, floor of polished wood, pictures on the walls. Aaron's room is chaos his dog sleep next to him. Toys and books are scattered all around, his nightlight still aglow. We stand, we watch him as he sleeps a smile upon his lips. Our brother dreams such pretty dreams. Aaron is so sweet. we wish that we could hug him know some of his peace. Minhs' awake She's playing with her favourite doll Talking as she dresses it Girls games are so dull. The kitchen smells of coffee Uncles making toast. He hugs us and he gives us food then we go away. His smile always seems so sad his eyes so far away. We think that he's a dreamer, thinking of the bygone days. The terrace is our favourite place there we watch the trees. talk about our stories and dream such funny dreams. We see so many creatures no one else can see. We hear the music in the wind and listen to the bees. Here we sit, we watch the world, the world that uncle built a world of light and colour a world where we are safe. Here no one minds our silence, he knows that we can talk with our minds or with our hearts he never interferes. This home is such a special place even in our dreams we dream of it and uncle we really want him near. We love to listen as he plays the big old concert grand. We love to site and watch him read or listen as he has his say on things we don't understand. We know we are in Tokyo as we dream of him. That special place so far away That place is part of him. FINI More to come..... _ ***************************************************************** Visit SatJaDham Homepage at: http://www.satjadham.org (or .net) *****************************************************************