Homeless

The old house is sold,
and the new house
is still being built.

Homeless, my heart feels so,
staying under someone else's roof,
the time is so miserably slow.

But, something for sure I do know,
the day when we move into the new house,
the face of the whole family will glow.

There are hundred more days to go,
I am counting my fingers,
a hundred more days to go.

2004-5-23