Orlando Belo

Gold Star - 14,263 Points (Derby, England)

Coming Home - Poem by Orlando Belo

For forty years I’ve lived in that house,
mum sold it soon after father died.
The owners changed it into a Chinese takeaway,
that grew bamboo shoots in the lean-to outside.

Since then I’ve moved about like a gypsy,
journeying from place to place.
Recently I returned to my old neighbourhood,
and I'm yet to see a familiar face.

Here I am standing outside the Chinese takeaway,
the place where I was born and bred.
When I left, it was my mum and dad’s café,
with an alley, back yard, and lean-to shed.

In 1944 they bought this bomb damaged house,
with its old bicycle repair shop.
They changed it into a ‘second-hand’ business,
selling clothes, boots, and all sorts of whatnots.

In 1949 it became an ice-cream parlour,
which evolved into a Transport Café.
For almost thirty years, that’s how it remained,
until 1978, the year dad passed away.

Topic(s) of this poem: life


Comments about Coming Home by Orlando Belo

  • Rajnish Manga (8/31/2015 2:57:00 AM)


    The poem beautifully captures the history of a family's property under different periods of time. The moment when the protagonist re-visits the place after a gap of several years, is melancholic. (Report) Reply

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  • Gita Ashok (8/31/2015 2:39:00 AM)


    Nostalgic thoughts penned profoundly. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 31, 2015



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