Home now to that place of your youth
The beautiful land whose brutal truth
You fled.
Memory – that minefield – would not rest
But love and fame were in the West
You thrived.
The news came on and you grew still
The anger bubbled; it made you ill
So silent.
But now to homeland you’ve returned
I pray you’ll cope, and that you’ve learned
To forgive.
Bloodroot Flower
I wish you peace, and even joy
In that place where you were that boy
Long ago.
Permit yourself to laugh and play
To tuck the anger back away
For now.
Crocus in Spring
Permit yourself to have some hope
Allow yourself the needed scope
To dream.
That land you love may come to be
A place you would have loved to see
Take shape
Mature Shrubs in Bloom
And though that seems so far away
So distant from this present…
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Cynthia Reyes 
Beautiful pictures and poem! Learning to forgive is essential for all of us.
Well said. It’s essential so we can move on, too. thanks for liking the post.
A lovely poem, Cynthia. The cadence is perfect.
Wow! thank you, Jeanne.
p.s. What does cadence mean? OK, just kidding.)
This poem is so beautifully written, and contains such a wise perspective. I enjoyed the pictures, too.
Blessings,
Theresa
thank you, Theresa. I appreciate your response to it!
Good morning Cynthia, what a lovely post to read first thing in the morning. Thank you. Have a great weekend.
Thank you, Christa. I am glad you like it. And I’m wishing you and yours a lovely weekend too.
So beautiful.
Thanks, Brenda! Hope you are doing well.
Enjoying the sunshine!
Cynthia, you are a woman of so many talents. You are a wonderful wordsmith in every sense of the word. Wow. You never fail in your poignancy with prose or poetry. I sense a story behind this lovely piece.
Blessings ~ Wendy ❀
Wendy.
I hardly know what to say in reply. Except thanks, and thanks again. Especially because you know how strange and challenging this road has been, your comment touched my heart.