Half my heart is back home
I miss the sunshine on my face
I miss the walks down the sea shore
I miss the friends at work
I miss the relatives and calls and all the fuss
Living here in to lap of luxury
Too cold to go outside
Snow everywhere
Beautiful to see
But miserable to be in
No friends… no family…
No sunshine… no sea
You hardly see a pedestrian
A building or a mountain
My dear country… War bound
I had to leave
To pursue, a future.. better for my family
Lanka - without you
I miss sun drying my clothes
I miss the rush hour hour
I miss the string hoppers and kiri hodhi
I miss the hoppers and pol sambol
I miss everything back home
And I don’t know when I will see her again
I miss my comfy bed
And my little home!
I hope Jannah will be lucky enough to enjoy her childhood as much as we did. We had neighbour kids to run around and play with. We didn’t electronic robot dolls and remote controlled cars to amuse us. Yet we had so much and more! We had outdoor sports and loads of fun… we had time to sit under the jam tree and play sellam gedara. We had time for cricket and kom pittu. We made kites and flew them We rode bikes and bruised ourselves. When parents used the cane we did not have authorities to complain! We felt the sand and grass under our feet and the rain and wind on our faces…
Jannah I want you to not to miss one bit of it!!!
