Going Back Poem by Romella Kitchens

Romella Kitchens

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Going Back



I remember Vietnam as a girl.
There were places there where the grass
was very tall.
Somehow, as a girl on a trip there
I got lost from my father.
I walked along a road alone
until a little girl almost exactly my age saw me.
She took me home with her.
Her mother had made sweet scented food.
We sat. We ate at a clean wooden table,
There in a land of rice paddies and brilliant
sunlight.
Beyond race, country, difference we sat.
I think about the friends I made that day when I needed them most quite often.
I think about love.

Time, distance and the years will never change
that.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Romella Kitchens

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
BEST POEMS
BEST POETS
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success