The Tapestry Of Joy And Sorrow Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A letter came from far away,
Across the sea, a brighter day.
My uncle Fritz, from American land,
Sent dreams of travel, close at hand.

He lived in North Dakota's plain,
A hopeful seed, through sun and rain.
He sent a dollar, shiny, new,
'Save up, ' he wrote, 'and come here, too.'

A boy's wish whispered on the breeze,
Impossible, beneath the trees.
The years flew by, a rushing stream,
My uncle's dream, a fading gleam.

Fifty long years then came and went,
My own journey, heaven-sent.
Not to see Fritz, gone long before,
But love's soft call, from a distant shore.

Through Cupid's aim, a gentle dart,
I found my Dawn, and a brand new start.
In Minnesota, love took hold,
A different story, bravely told.

But home still waits, across the miles,
My children's laughter, family's smiles.
Six thousand miles, the ocean wide,
A touch of sadness, deep inside.