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.
