The immigrant

3. Lemon blossom

I loved to get up before the sunrise

To hear the prayers echoing in the sky

To arrive feeling the sun kissing my skin

That familiar noise coming from within

Being away from them was the hardest thing

My love for caring and what it brings

To look after them, all the hive

Broke my heart, when I was deprived

How I would watch the workers travel so far

Foraging lemon blossoms for their sweet nectar

I would nurture them, look after their health

For me it was them, there was nothing else

I loved to harvest, to collect the golden dew

Scraping carefully, that soft silky residue

Their job was to feed us, to pollinate the land

I would look after them with nothing but my hands

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The immigrant

2. If I could paint you a picture

If I could paint you a picture

Of the world outside

Smudging all the bitterness

Hoping it would subside

It’s so hard when I lie to you

Having to describe

Covering all the chaos

By telling you my lies

Even if it’s to protect you

To hide the truth from you

I don’t want you to worry

I do the best I can do

Thinking of the day

That everything changed

What normal must look like

How it must be strange?

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The immigrant

1. Am I good enough

I can’t look into her eyes for shame

Although she cannot see my pain

My beautiful wife sitting there

Can’t help herself, she can only stare

Playing with our sons car in her hand

He used to play with it, in the sand

She used to laugh, I remember how

That has all changed, this is now!

“Dear I am in pain, behind my eyes”

I bow to look, I don’t know why?

“When can I see a doctor?” she pleads

“When we get some papers” I conceed

As I look out the curtain and ask myself why

Unresponsive as I stare at the sky

Sometimes I am glad that she cannot see

But what does that say about selfish old me

What would be her reaction? Would she still love?

Her pathetic husband, am I good enough?

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