Last Saturday, I experienced
homesickness when I came back
in Cebu. I felt so alone, crying
at the corner of my room.
It seems that I was like a
Freshman needing for a company
of a parent on the first day of
school. I know, I am old for that!
Well, there’s still two more years
and I hope I could get used
to this, Mama
Love,
Maejay
-EPISTLE-
(Epistle is a poem that is also a letter. There is no single form for the verse epistle.
Source of defintion:
ENGLISH 133 POETRY Compilation)
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