Returns

06/21/2019

When we left our family

They treated us like boats in the wind.

Maybe we would return to their shore

Or maybe we would sail away

Caught in the soft breeze of change

Like polka-dotted foam cresting a wave

When we did not seep softly on their sand

they gave up hope for a better land.

Shaken by cold, hard winds nothing could save,

Our return was received without exchange:

No laughter, no joy,

But bitter sea hearts within.

I only wish that there had been more

Left for us on that beautiful, beautiful shore.