A Long, Long Way From Home
My father lies in an orchard,
My mother lies at his side,
But once, a million years ago
He made that girl his bride.
And love was all that they knew back then
In that world of endless time,
They conjured me in a magic glen
And they shared their lives with mine.
But life is merely a dripping tap
With a leak that can’t be sealed,
Saturday, March 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: sadness