SONG OF THE EXPATS

DEDICATION
SONG OF THE EX-PATS

This blog is dedicated today to all who left their homeland for distant shores. They went to seek justice, dignity, decency, a better way of life, and fair play. Some found what they were looking for, some did not, some are still looking, and some have found it and lost it for the very last time.
The ones, who are left behind, still welcome us with that old recognition in their eyes, faces, smiles, and open arms.
The tears tell how much you were missed and for so long, in
their embraces and tales of yesterdays

Many of us yearly visit the motherland or fatherland like an orphan
looking for our roots.
We were whole when we were last together, and now years later we are like small pieces of a puzzle, with some bits lost forever. Only in old worn-out pictures and family albums, we are still whole and together as our memories gently fade into the shadows of a moonless night.

God Bless You
May all be well with you
DMD

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