Do we put things in boxes and hide them far away
Hoping someday we'll be ready to open them on a rainy day
Must we label the people in our lives in order to give them meaning
To feel better about our lives when we're day dreaming
The story of my Greek Father is something I want to explore
However if my Mother knew, she'd simply shut the door
But how can I ignore where I came from
All I want is something to hold on
My English family are not quite like me
They share similarities that bewilder me
So the idea of Greece remains in my head
I cannot simply put it to bed
It was at the Bendigo Writers Festival
That I was inspired to look into my heritage oh so careful
Three intelligent authors took to the stage
Speaking of their Greek families of a past age
They spoke of their sense of belonging as a second generation
And I felt every word as I used my imagination
Author John Charalambous said knowing his father was key to his identity
I too have the longing in order to feel free
Author Victoria Kyriakopoulos realised her ideas of home were a misrepresentation
When she touched down in the land of Greece with her thriving temptation
Her time on the islands brought her face-to-face with the facts
Despite her dreams being broken it didn't stop her from making tracks
Author Helen Nickas was wise and graceful
Her words connecting with my soul leaving me feeling wonderful
I never expected the Bendigo Writers Festival to touch me so deeply
I wasn't to know that over three days my world would be transformed so magnificently
So where to from here
I will persevere
