My home, my heart

My  door's house was never properly locked
Abdul would come back again he needs
some another  piece of cake for Hussein
Our friend....our neighbour
My husband is just outside
he is fixing Karim's friend's moped
another friend a neighbour
I go quickly to Linda' house
I give her a massage, she hurts her back
My old neighbour, my friend

later a young lady comes from the hospital
she has a baby boy
I hug her I give her the present
I make her some couscous
karim is back he wants to swap
one of his hat with his friend
another neighbour another friend
he can smell home made bead
he takes a big pieces to shear in the cage  
with the rest of the group
some are neighbours some are not
there is a nock on my door a young boy
his name is te jean
he called Abul .. ab .Jackman  
he wants to borrow the bike pomp
He can take it
It's under the stairs
Glory his brother, Dylan
Abdul, Mimo(karim) and Hussein ready to go for swimming
everyone in the blue Nisan, our old big car

another knock
this time a young gentleman
Called A. he wants my husband to fix his tie
He has an interview work
he said thank you Dad
I wish him good luck he smiles, he is shy
Tomorrow it's water fight
Dana, Tina Tiana, girls
and boys are screaming outside
Abdul will run inside he broke his glasses again
he is wet, Thomas is trying to catch him
everyone is laughing
Another season another day...
it's snow fight
we always have some spares gloves in the box on shelf
Yaz is wearing her big hat
a present from Lynda my old neighbour
she called Abdul "Bobby"
I lost my house keys
so we stay in Naly 's house, a neighbour
We shear their dinner
we wait for dad
the boys are playing upstairs  
This is our plevna
most of the neighbours have been into my house
They tested my food,
they sheared my kids toys and stuff
they called us the "nice people"
that was when my clown was around
when my door and my heart were open
Not any more