Fifteen hundred and twenty days seem like a lifetime
when a silver lining welcomes us
long days, two jobs, hot kitchens brought comfort
passing more and more hours, my reflection grew clear
in polished metal stature, every angle giving solace
cocaine-free attitudes, new faces
conversation laced with emotion keeping apartments
spotless as number one son's record of change
graduating and hard work, into a girl's arms
adventure, escape, and new taste sought
barbecue chicken pizza and white chili amazement
two rivers surround us with history and color
a modification away from racists southern brothers
sisters who looked away at couples walking with no shame
blending beliefs, cultures of free thinking
the perfect choice for renewal, the perfect life
Son we passed through this gate once, and will again
onto a northeastern passage
Elizabeth, you've brought me through a couple of decades I had tucked away (60's-70's)with this wonderful poem.
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"my reflection grew clear"
It certainly did. This piece was a mirror held up to a life lived with purpose and obviously still striding forward.
Lovely.
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I love the whole new tastes part. Nicely done
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Powerful and moving indeed.
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