by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
Once I flew on shiny wings of steel
Wings that bore me far away
To continents and countries new
To places where my heart was intertwined
With people and a life I learned to treasure dear.
Today I fold those steely wings and rest
My tired body bids farewell to travel days
Gently lifting new wings bear me home
To see beauty in the life that welcomes me
And joy in my beloved family.
Spring came the week I was away
Green leaves and flowers everywhere
Sound of birdsong in the early morn
Mind and my imagining are free to roam
Precious new wings expand my universe.
Aging Coming Home Poetry
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
I’m back after a good week in Mexico with my sister and brother-in-law, who are delightful traveling companions. The resort was all I thought, another home for me. And I realize it is time to say goodbye. Being there occasioned an existential experience which was a surprise. I’m truly one of the oldest generation. I’m OK with that. When my energy is restored I want to write about it. For now I am grateful to be home, period.
Becoming Myself Change Coming Home Endings and Beginnings
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
Tomorrow I say goodbye to Cleveland and set off for my trip to Mexico. For the past twenty years I have made the same journey. I will remember when I drive through the gates that this place is a special home to me for a week – as much home as my apartment. In the morning I will wake up and sit on my balcony to drink coffee and listen to the birds as daybreak comes. My mind pictures every place and every thing I will encounter there. And I know that after a glorious week I will be ready to return home, until next time.
I say goodbye for now to you, my blog friends. Hasta la vista.
Coming Home Mexico Travel
by poetrybyheart.me@poetrybyheart.me
I open my door
Sunlight shining through windows
A bright welcome home
Quiet peace fills me
Hanging up my old jacket
I sigh a deep breath
I’ve lived here five years
Made a whole new beginning
Yet things keep changing
The constant bedrock
This dear space occupies me
A promise secure
In response to Daily Prompt: Inhabit
Coming Home Haiku
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