Home Poem by Shirley Harrison

Flames of nostalgia in my stomach
I fight my anxiety
yearning to be home

I cannot remember
the last time I saw you
your sea of lights but a memory
as I sit here in the dark, alone

London, I love you

your stars half shadowed
by grey river, cloud in sky
shining through brief moments

I would gladly walk
two thousand barefoot miles
just to see you no bags, just pride
holding you in my heart with a smile

my feet pounding the rhythm
of light reflecting rain-splashed streets

I know I am with you
you are always with me
someday soon
I will be back

In the heart of you.