To our soul-mates home and abroad . . . We hope you enjoy it. Captures a moment of feeling the struggle, to maintain a culture, and the absurdity of a life often far removed from that culture. And the cauld it cut to the very bone and left us so chilled as if we'd turned to stone. Or were we forced to leave her to her death bed, ridden wi guilt.
Immigration is a lonely thing at times.
I have missed you so sadly that my heart almost bled. And the fear of being lost here has filled me with dread. But your voice reassures me from over the sea. And my dreams and my waking are filled but with thee. In the dark lonely evenings I missed you till It hurt.