They dream of the devoted home they left behind
Of the tropical rose garden in bloom
Of the beautiful palm trees dancing in the wind
And the boundless joy of their childhood playroom.
They say, cheerfully: home sweet home
Because that’s where the real love was born;
And where the young and playful souls roam,
Flowers and the generous spirit adorn.
Yet, their home is not just a home but a castle!
A home is an enduring passion, a creative state of mind
A joyful place to build and settle
Where charity begins and values refined.
Migrants’ memory of home lingers forever
But visions of a new and better life bind them all;
Their shared belief in the divine Giver,
And a passionate love of sports and the shopping mall.
A new home is the sacred place of the heart
Where beautiful feelings come to light
And migrant youths play their part
Inner peace in the darkest antipodean night!
© Lawrence T. Udo-Ekpo
The Gentle Neophyte
10 years ago