Destinations

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Most of my family lives very far away. As I was growing up they were always "too" far away. Now that I am an adult that is no longer true.

Destinations

These faces smile.
These voices call.

Many years I've been away.
Away from these arms reaching out.
These bodies so ready to pull me in.
A warm embrace I could have never imagined before my return.


Where was I?
At Home?
Could It even be called that after this experience?
A fragile framework  built around a family.
Family?
No an anchor.
I will drag this for miles and miles.
Over mountains
Through oceans

Through a forest thickly wooded
Over sloping plains
I can see it
I can see it!
I know where I must go.
Another six years will not pass me by.

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Phission commented on Destinations

01-02-2011

very, very, very cool poem. especially around this time of year. thank you !

RiderPunch

01/02/2011

Thank you very much

Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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