She went far away, far over the seas, <br />my wife and my light and my glee. <br />She flew far away into the night <br />to a land of temples and tea. <br />And she phones, and we speak, <br />but never we meet <br />the light of my life and me. <br /> <br />She took with her my son <br />yes son, (I did not spell wrong) , <br />the age of three is he. <br />In less than a month he will be four <br />and I am certain, I'm sure, <br />that he adores and looks up to me. <br /> <br />Soon they'll come back, the sun of my life, <br />and the child with a smile that's so free. <br />They went far away <br />to see grandma and grandpa, <br />uncles and cousins galore, <br />in a land of temples and tea. <br /> <br />And where shall we meet <br />when their journey's complete, <br />by the shore of the roaring sea? <br />No, not anymore do lovers unite <br />at the side of a boat on a quay; <br />it will be at Heathrow, <br />terminal three.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homecoming-with-borrowed-music/
