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.
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.
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
And though that seems so far away
So distant from this present day
Take heart
Now feel the sun upon your face
The rhythm, light, and sense of place
Once home.
Dedicated to my friend “Chad”.
All photos by H. Grange.
Cynthia Reyes 