Coming Home Poem by Seyamak Ghambari

Where is home, is it that place I left long time ago?
Or is it this one I chose to live, till I am old?
Is home, that place, where I was born?
Or is it, here near to my family that I adore?

Would my parents, relations and friends that I left behind,
Would love to see me back, and hold me tight?
Or will I be sad to see all is changed,
It was all a memory, now washed away with time,
Parents gone to heaven and friends all have passed.

Guilt and deep sorrow carry everyday,
No clear answer ever to be found,
Now I am Stranger in that place, where I was born,
And an Alien I am called in this place, I chose to grow old,
Trapped in time and place, don’t belong neither here, nor there.

Wherever I may decide to call “My Home”,
My Guardian Angels are beside me for ever more,
Time and Place not their worry,
What happens to me, that’s all their worry.

For many years they helped me through thin and thick,
How can I ever thank them for what they have done for me?
They are truly gifts to me from God.

Friends I have made here, far more,
Family I have started here, since long ago,
I must break my ties with the past,
Get on with my life here just as fast,
Life will pass me fast and swift,
Won’t wait for me, wondering what I must?