The Only Honest Recollection I had Of America Was Leaving Poem by LeeAnn Azzopardi

A wonderful composition dear poetess LeeAnn......liked it so much.5 stars and to my favourites!

I'm sorry that's the only memory you have of the place where you were born. How old were you? This tugs at my heartstrings.

As a Canadian, I'm very proud to have a poetess of your stature living in Canada. Interestingly enough, Jack Kerouac's roots were the reverse of yours. Both his parents were born in Quebec, Canada and had moved to the US where he and his siblings were born and raised.

2) I've always wondered if his life would have been different if his parents had stayed in Canada. The same sense of wonder if my parents had immigrated to the US instead of Canada.

Praying everything will be fine with you friend. Nicely inked.

Leaving a place is both painful and delightful. Mixed emotions described beautifully. Thanks for sharing this experience with us.

Poetry unites us no matter where do we live in and these small memories make us strong and sentimental. Fantastic poem.

Thank you for sharing LeeAnn this heartfelt write x

In man made Jail if no help comes then the life is at stake and in self insightful jail if no help comes for God the the life and after life both will be destroyed!

Wonderful representation.......thank u, dear poetess....