Dual Citizen

i have no home. i have a birth place, a place where i went to school, a place we moved to. a place where i lived when i was married, a place that took me in when i was homeless, a place i loved and wanted to stay there, a place i moved to work in. all thats left is where i'll be in the future.

Dear Harry, I remember you had moved somewhere, but thought you'd returned to Australia. Where are you now? Hope you have been reunited with your loved ones at home. Clever title and a poem filled with longing. It's easy to get homesick when we leave for a while. Love, Carolyn

well there's 'know' 2 ways about this Harry..' Liked this mirror of emotions you have polished with intent, from both halves of your heart..!

Be it ever so humble there is no place like home..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara

My husband grew up overseas and he describes this feeling to me often.

I've returned home after 14yrs abroad. Now I talk funny, and keep quoting how things are in the other place. Enjoyed/sympathise with the sentiment.

Hi Harry; There is nothing like home, especially when you are far away. Thanks for sharing... Lucilla

- Home Sweet Home!! - Lovely poem, Harry! - oxox // Anne-Lise :)

oh yes like it, you have done that well xx