The Day I Left My Home Pt.1

I think about returning
as I start to wake,
I let myself get lost in a golden haze
of soaring sun and childhood days
before I sink back into the unknown.
My daughter slumped on the back of her brother
across one border to another
lessening the load for his mother
as I attempt to fight our way,
over seas and ideologies
in search of a safer place for us to stay
which started that day
I left my home.

 

2 Comments

  1. A very powerful poem! Whether or not we physically leave the place we grew up we all need to make that break. Your poem describes the potential for this to be an exciting and meaningful journey. Thank you!

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    1. Thank you very much !

      Elena

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