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Where is Home?
Where is Home?
Grandma sits cross legged on the bed
She weeps for her grandson
Who is remote in his arctic solitude
“I don’t think you love me anymore” she wails
Grandpa sits with me in my bedroom
“Son, we love you. But I can’t send your grandma to her grave.”
And so I am sent to another city
Where my aunt and uncle provide safe harbor
There my seclusion subsides like a glacier
Calving into the sea
Till the bare rock of my courage
Stands in the naked light of day
My ship of youth sails homeward
To berth again at grandparents
With a calm heart and clear vision
Of the boy I once was
Grandma sits cross legged on the bed
She weeps for her grandson
Who is remote in his arctic solitude
“I don’t think you love me anymore” she wails
Grandpa sits with me in my bedroom
“Son, we love you. But I can’t send your grandma to her grave.”
And so I am sent to another city
Where my aunt and uncle provide safe harbor
There my seclusion subsides like a glacier
Calving into the sea
Till the bare rock of my courage
Stands in the naked light of day
My ship of youth sails homeward
To berth again at grandparents
With a calm heart and clear vision
Of the boy I once was
Published 22nd Mar 2016
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Anonymous
23rd Mar 2016 1:25am
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23rd Mar 2016 1:58am
Thank you so much Gabriel. I've very grateful that you appreciate this as eloquent and artful. Much thanks. :)
John
John
