Mum, Dad, i'm home

The excitement grows each time i see the familiar signs:
when angsanas give way to casuarinas...
when golden beaches replace the green meadows
and grazing cattle are found along the roads -
not in paddocks,on sprawling hillocks and meadows,
and the deep blue sea beckons...

'Home is where the heart is...'
i believe it surely is -
for, after all these years of roaming
i still say,"Home is where the sea is,
and the rolling waves, and the horizon,
and the mile upon mile of fine golden sand...
well, that is where the heart is,
so, that must be where home is..."

And when i walk through the familiar gates
and step on the familiar threshold:
there you both are, smiling a warm greeting -
two pairs of loving eyes on the wall,
and my happy heart swells with nostalgia:
"Mum, Dad, i'm home ..."
i would say to the loving eyes on the wall,
and they would smile lovingly back at me...

Thus, year after year,
i would make that 'pilgrimage'
of love and rememberance -
for as long as i could drive, walk, or crawl,
i'll be there, on the threshold, to say:
"Mum, Dad, i'm home..."