Such a family

And so I go to find them,

I hear them every day…

A morning call to waken,

a chorus at the dawn.

A familiar voice that whispers

but rises with the sun.

But, with miles between,

how can it be?

Hearts of happiness missing

from this that should be home.

Absent is their laughter

and hidden are their smiles.

And so I go to find them,

those I really hear.

The only spirits listening

the only spirits near.

Play and chase around me,

dance and show your flair.

Comfort found among

the children of the air.

And here I stand wishing

for a time to be…

But, what kind of man

has such a family?

©Andrew Williams

8 May 2011