Roots

first love

Even though there's too little time 

And too much space,

We forget that our troubles lace,

And we forget we're tethered to each other's ground,

Not quite lost, not quite found.

I'll go back to where I'm from.

It doesn't matter what you have become.

It doesn't matter that the map has been redrawn. 

I ask with my only offering, my words hereon:  

The birds fly south, but are they free?

Remind me my roots are as strong as a tree's. 

Reviews

[larryb]

Nice write...the words flow smooth as a bubbling brook

[Rebecca]

thank you :)

[Rebecca]

simple poem I wrote for someone i miss