My Malta
Landing on Malta into a dry, sandy, hot afternoon,
Tears of happiness blind my eyes, excitement
at the feeling of arriving home, although I am not a native.
The dominating skyline of familiar domes and
roofs, grown nearer to the airport over time.
Roads resembling few maps, leading you
astray, and shaking your bones with attempts at repair!
I grieve, not long after arrival, for the
inevitable day when I will return to England.
Malta, my spirit I leave with you,
I leave my very essence of being behind when
I leave you,
You are at the heart of me.
I leave you with sorrow, and return with joy
to embrace your nation and its glorious culture.
Copyright © Rita Simpson | Year Posted 2009
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