Getting nostalgic...

In the form of a small poem!

I get thrilled everytime,
when i plan a visit to my home,
this time I planned one,
and came here to stay for a week.

somehow I am feeling different this time,
things are getting changed,
I have become a guest to my own home,
my sweet home where I grew up elder!

I started getting very nostalgic,
those sweet old memories, I always cherish,
tears filled my eyes when i realised,
the parental care which I miss everywhere.

Here days passed by very quickly,
all these thoughts sprang in my mind,
while sleeping in my mom's lap,
but she came to bid me off, its time to leave again!