Half and Half

Half and Half

Part of me is urging to return

Back home, where I may

Re-live those wonderful childhood years

Bask again in parental love

Touch those cultural roots

That go deeper than the soul...

Re-connect with long-lost friends

And re-count those sweet and sour

Memories of times gone by......

And yet part of me,

That finds comfort in distance

Being halfway around the globe, is

Afraid of crushing that nostalgic world

Afraid of loosing a precious past

Afraid of learning that

Past cannot be re-lived

Except in memories.


Meenal