Homesick,
for a land that holds my childhood
for a place which saw me through love
for streets that saw my joy
for trees that witnessed my tears
for shops that traded kindness
for shopkeepers who sold wisdom
for friends who gave me love
for old ladies who gave me advice
for children who gave me wonder
for youth who gave me pride
for my parents who were my world
for their graves which beckon my tears and tales
for the people who are strung out
for the time that it was
for the place that it was
for the home that it was
for the home that is no longer
for the hope that rests within,
I am homesick.
Photo of Tabatabaee House, Kashan, Iran, by Mansoreh Motamedi, IRNA, August 18, 2008.
