Coming Home After an Exile in Marriage
Coming Home After an Exile in Marriage
My mother cried when the passport man smiled at her.
Welcome home:
Two words to bridge an ocean of grief,
Three syllables to encircle her fingers,
Kiss her lips sweetly,
Cling to her clothes like the smell of English rain-
Hold her.
Just as the tarmac cradled her feet as she rocked back and forth, still at sea-
But home.
Six...
Thursday 9th April 2020 12:55 pm
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