Homesickness is a funny thing It creeps up on you at moments odd. The sounds of a song Far away, in the background. You listen hard, feel you catch the words but hear a language that's not your own. The sight of a tree. Full in bloom. Yellow flowers you knew from home. On closer sight, they are beautiful indeed Just not the ones you hoped they’d be. Or it can be a fragrance. Food cooking perhaps. Starting off forgotten hunger pangs. And hearing mum calling “it's lunch time”. but spoken only in your head. While with people you love You can talk from afar Close the gap that distance brings. But it's the love of a land. The things you’ve known, since your early childhood. That creep up on you when you are least aware. Catch your heart Till you know not where You stand or sit Or even who you are with And all you want is to be home again.