Go

Sitting in the airport on my way
To fly and visit my new family
I find myself unsure of what to say
For fear of some latent disloyalty;
I trust it is not wrong to claim my joy
In being one of them, as long as I
Do not proclaim myself only their boy
And dispossess myself. For I love my
Own and first family as much as ever
And having gained another does not change
My happiness at what I had, and never
Will. Nor will it even rearrange
Those feelings. But it adds, and I am so
Delighted to be going where I'll go.