*homecoming* (With Borrowed Music)

She went far away, far over the seas,
my wife and my light and my glee.
She flew far away into the night
to a land of temples and tea.
And she phones, and we speak,
but never we meet
the light of my life and me.

She took with her my son
yes son, (I did not spell wrong) ,
the age of three is he.
In less than a month he will be four
and I am certain, I'm sure,
that he adores and looks up to me.

Soon they'll come back, the sun of my life,
and the child with a smile that's so free.
They went far away
to see grandma and grandpa,
uncles and cousins galore,
in a land of temples and tea.

And where shall we meet
when their journey's complete,
by the shore of the roaring sea?
No, not anymore do lovers unite
at the side of a boat on a quay;
it will be at Heathrow,
terminal three.

by David Taylor

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''No, not anymore do lovers unite at the side of a boat on a quay; it will be at Heathrow, terminal three.'' good writing....10++