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.