Sorrow filled paragraph

I dream about the home I left behind near daily, I miss the home I left to look after another’s children; yearning for my feet to be on flat land once more, I cry and beg the almighty God to return to the home that I left behind. I miss my family, friends and the people I got to interact with on a daily basis, their warm sincere smiles to their lovable personalities; oh, how I miss them all. I miss the beer stores, the grocers, roads, walkways and home sports teams; from the warped sidewalks to the cracked and misshapen roads, Winnipeg I miss thee. The amazing sights that thou beholds in thine very streets, everything about you I love; each day that I am gone from thee my love and sorrow at the sheer torment of being gone from thee binds me with lament at the fact that it could very well be a long while before my blue eyes set sights upon thy very sights again. Winnipeg I miss you.