Sometimes sea breeze sings to me
of nature, trees, blooms, butterflies, bees,
gentle, sweetly, resting my soul
Summer winds cool the mind, passions
are soothed, memories salved, grief stilled
so much sorrow yet still I smile
This landscape is my second home
my first is gone, as family died over years,
homesick still for that time, that love
No one knows that I weep inside
for generations that have left me
no surprise, I want to go home
The layered bridesmaid petticoat
you wore as an angel, no, fairy,
everywhere we went, wand and wings
To me you are an angel, no, fairy
in my mind before your birth
feely came with you everywhere
Feely got irretrievably lost one day
my woebegone, sad angel, no, fairy
a lion so soft arrived, you named him Niamh
You are no longer small in petticoat
you wore always, my angel, no, fairy
so I am homesick now my angel
I smuggled Niamh into the wash sometimes
you waited for him to smell just right
held to your face, my sweet angel
I’m homesick for driving around to find Niamh
before him, feely, my angel, no, fairy
homesick for you my sweet angel
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Writer and psychologist. My health, a journey with two life shortening diseases 