Still in My Heart
Home Sweet Home afar from me,
At least 20 hours over sky and sea,
A fairy tale land of red and white,
of rain, and wind, and winter nights.
Yet still you send my heart a flutter,
And here, I can but get your butter.
Cos’ when I’m sad and feeling down,
You can lift my spirits like a children’s clown.
What is this strange longing and connection,
I feel for such warm and fuzzy introspection?
Of land and family long dead and passed,
Would they think me to be completely daft?
Yet I am of them, and they are of me,
This continual spreading of the family tree.
The branches are the ancient Birch
Resilient, pervasive til one drops off the Perch.
If only I could stay or visit more often,
But my responsibilities and circumstances rarely soften.
So I must dream, wish and be ever so frugal,
And if I can’t afford to travel there, there is always Google!
Something to Ponder About