From Hungary they came.

Escaping the war and for East Germany to aim,

Which has no West German fame.

When I was born there was no claim.

To see the wide world was my big aim.

Moving to Ireland was like a game.

Living in Spain enlightened the eternal flame.

Australia Down Under has been the latest tame.

But Roots to reclaim is not the same.

As I will always a European dame.


This post is in response to the daily prompt. It’s my very first poem ever. As I am living a very transient life the word roots mean a lot to me. I sometimes struggle putting it into words where my roots are. I hope to have captured it with this poem.

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