home is where my heart is
and with your heart is mine
as memories they beckon me
and my mind returns in time
to our silly fights and smiles
that came every passing day
when we ran to mum and dad
still bickering along the way
when we slept in the moonlight
that came through window pane
and grandpa read us fairy tales
and then read it all over again
to our childhood vacations
when we ran through the fields
breathing the wheat and rice
and admiring the harvest yield
to the last time I saw you
atthe airport with mum and dad
when I cried as I hugged you
I remembered the fun we’d had
now in this strange new world
each moment I wish I was home
for without dad, mum and you
I’m living each heartbeat alone
Shared @ Free Write Friday and One Single Impression.
© Leo (27th August, 2011)
© Leo (27th August, 2011)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
Hi Leo! I'm thrilled to have a new participant at Free Write Friday! Thank you for the wonderful entry. Hope to see you back next weekend!
This is beautiful, Leo! I can so relate to being away from family, and sweet memories of them. My family is scattered all over the U.S.; Washington, NC, Texas, U.S. Virgin Islands, oklahoma. I wish t weren't so! Very well written and wonderful sentiments!
I can feel the words here leo.. Beautiful :-)Someone is Special
Yes, I guess you can, being at a PG for ur work. Glad you liked it and thank you, SiS
My family is all in this one place itself so far, Charles.. but it would be sad even to imagine going afar from them. I know I'll have to. Some day 🙂 Glad you liked it and found it well written. Thanks…
Pleasure to be aboard. Will come by whenver I can. Thank you, Kellie. 🙂
This is breathtakingly beautiful, has all that a poetry shoud have, is all that a poetry should be. A heartfelt piece, etched in brilliant lines, that many people will be able to relate to. Your talent is remarkable.
Beautiful shared memories and sad notes towards the end…Thanks for sharing this
This is beautiful Leo… Loved it. Very nostalgic…
Glad you felt it breathtaking, Dark Lord. Thank you for your kind words of appreciation.
The sad notes come when the thought of leaving come. Its expected I guess. Thanks for reading & for liking, Heaven.
Thank you, Rameshji. I am glad you found it beautiful in nostalgia.
sweet memories.
Memories! Wonderfully done.http://wordsinverse.wordpress.com
Wheat and paddy fields leo and admiring harvest yields put me on a flight to Punjab the granary of India!! 🙂
I've never been there myself, but it does have an attraction to it, Nanka!
Thank you, Shail!
Thank you, Cello
Leo, this is a lovely poem. I too lived amid corn and fields much of my young life. I miss what my sister and I use to be. Once you grow up things change.Nice write.Melanie
Thanks, Melanie 🙂