Sweet Home Chicago
Sitting here waiting, not
knowing what to expect,
I already miss my "sweet home." I know it will
still
be there in years to come, but life will be different,
inevitably
for the better. My life was sweeter than
a Hershey's bar, my work more
bitter than a pint of
stale ale, but how I enjoyed my life. Left behind
are friends, more like family than acquaintances. My
beloved Cubbies and
their Wrigleyville domain won't
get through customs. The streets of the
north side, and
their contrasting architecture can't be sighted
in
Melbourne. I haven't been gone half a day, nor have I left
the shores
of the free and the brave, yet I yearn for
the day when I return to my sweet
home Chicago.
– written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate