Coming to America


I re-blogged this poem in honor of my mother. I can’t imagine what she would say about all that is happening right now. I hope she is not too worried.

Melba Christie at Poemattic

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Coming to America

She was only 18 years old

Her heart raced in her chest

like galloping stallions on the finca

they left on the island of emerald-green.

Soon their ship would pass by Lady Liberty;

All decks were packed with passengers

Some would salute proudly,

others knelt thankfully

as if at church,

but she simply held her breath

like when you get ready to

blow-up a balloon at a birthday party.

Her dreams danced in her head

like her favorite dancers Fred Astaire

and Ginger Rodgers.

She envisioned herself looking out

her bay window framed with lace curtains

as her two young girls jumped rope.

She imagined her Cape Cod home

surrounded by a three-foot white picket fence,

daffodils and daisies leaning comfortably against it.

That was her American Dream.

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She knew there was hard work ahead

No one said it would be easy

her heart reminded her everyday

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Now and Forever – In Memory of My Mom


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“Now and Forever

was the song playing on the radio

that lonely morning

as I drove to see you one

last time.

I could not sleep

thinking you might not last

through the night

and you did not.

“you are a part of me

now and forever,

and

Sometimes I wish I could always be with you

The way we used to do”

You were always there for me

and I miss you so much.

It has been 19 years to the day

you decided not to stay

and I know deep in my heart

why you could not

and it’s O.K.,

I know you found the way

to heaven.

Dear Mom,

“And I think about all the words between us

That never needed to be spoken”

“Now and forever

I will always think of you.

Now and forever

I will always think of you.”