Yes, I went with my family to Canada
On an Air Canada flight in the afternoon
Before I boarded, I got my last hug from Wanda
A woman whom I called 'Granny'
On the flight, we ate a plate of dry egg noodles
I don't remembered landing there in Canada
Except getting a toy monkey at the airport
Everything is a blur after that
I don't know what I would become if I stayed
Probably in jail
With any help from nobody
Praying everything will be fine with you friend. Nicely inked.
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.
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.
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.
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....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful composition dear poetess LeeAnn......liked it so much.5 stars and to my favourites!