Good Morning Sunday

How will this day be.

I know that tears and sorrow

Will be with me.

Where will I go,

Who will I see,

This is not my home

This is not where I should be.

The sun is shining

It’s a bright new day.

But all who love and need me

Are far far away.

I hear birds singing

They are singing to me.

Go home and be happy

This is not the place to be.

I walk on the beach

Watch children at play.

Paddle through the surf

With feelings of dismay.

Listen to the sea

Calling to me

Go home and be happy

This is not the place to be.

I return across the oval.

Sausages sizzle on the grill.

The BBQs are firing up

The Stubbies nicely chill.

The wind whistles through the trees

Urging me persistently,

Go home and be happy

This is not where you should be.

I came to see my daughter

Who left our cold wet land

To start life anew.

I came to see first hand

Her home and lifestyle

Was she happy in the sun.

As much as I miss her

I accept what she has done,

Achieved everything she said she would

On this sunny southern shore.

So now I can go home

And worry, no more.