Roots

I drive past my childhood home.            
It’s been many years.
I feel like I’ve checked
under my pillow
and found the fairy’s surprise.

Dare I knock at the door?
Discover
what I thought was a mansion
is more like a doll house
Will the walls recognize me?

Will I remember
for a little while
the love that brought me
through my storms
has never gone away

How blessed am I
I’ll say
While countless childrens’ worlds
these days are in shambles
disarray

without even a doll house
to remember
and only memories to forget

Will I remember

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About geniecan

Born and raised in " America's finest City" received BS degree in nursing years ago... main career besides wife and motherhood ( and now a grandma)was as a hospice RN for 18 years...Take great joy in finding the good in all things and believing that " No Thing is Ordinary" the title of my blog. I am working on a children's picture book story named R-Qu.. a rock falls of his mountain. Writing poetry is one of my happiest things to do. Yoga, water aerobics,, gym exercise and walking our wheaton terrior, Finley, with my husband Jim are favorite things...oh yes...singing in the choir at Church and recognizing God as #1... are most important... I also have a home based business with magnetic and far intra red health care products..peace to all who read this, Love, Jeane
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