Where I’m from is a place full of wonder and light.
From the streets of Paris in the day, to the ifle tower lit up at night. The gleaming faces around me.
From the trampoline as a child, to the garden and its glorious blooms. The sounds of birds chirping and singing their tunes.
From the letters in my books, to the astonishing pages with the unwanted endings. The graceful poets and there mending’s.
From the sounds of the teapot whistling in a way, I solemnly wish it were there to stay. The tea and its taste so priceless and pure.
From “Mon ange”, to the whispers of the whimpering wind. The wishes and regrets it tends to send.
From all the land and the beautiful buzzing bee’s, to the sunset sky and the forest tree’s. The butterflies fluttering around me.
From the summer heat, to the bitter sweet chill. The angel of death at his kill.
From “With every beat of thi fiery heart, there is a note meant to be played”, to the strum of my guitar as I quietly laid. The world disappearing from sight in every song.
I am from peace, nature, and freshly baked bread. The everlasting words my grand mamae once said.
I bring back these memories each day I live, wishing and praying I had something to give.
Dear Marisa, Thanks for your comments and encouragement. This is deep and thoughtful poem. the imagery is nice. Thanks! Keep visiting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is beautifully written. It is also quite evocative.