Far from home
Updated: Jul 1
Poetry encompassing the difficulty of Sunday blues and leaving your home town
By Louisa Keogh
Today was an alright day,
Tomorrow might be too,
But if Thursday and Friday linger a while,
By Saturday I’ll have you.
The weekend will speed along,
Finishing with squeezy hugs and bye, bye, byes,
The train and bus up are always the same,
I’ll be fine once I get there, won’t cry.
Settling into the week once more,
It’s easy to get through it,
But often, when the day gets long,
I’ll make a list, stick to it.
Eventually phone calls will slow down,
Texting ‘Home now, safe’ the new steady,
I’m finding my life now and I love it,
Becoming used to it now, I feel ready.
For the life beyond these days,
When you put my fears at bay,
To strive and make you proud
Of all the times I couldn’t stay.
But when this life gets crowded,
And phone-calls aren’t enough,
I know there is a place I can go,
To hear, ‘It’s ok, the world is tough’.