Lie here with me
and hear my song
Of love and loss
Of dreadful wrong
A land of olives
A land of citron
A land of oranges and lemons
Lie in my arms
child of blessings
Dream of our land
with a depth of wishing
Rich soil, clear water
ancient as the olive groves
As we hunger and thirst
call up our memories
All for you daughter
Our stolen home.
Una Casey Cadao © 2016
