A poem

Photo from author’s collection

Sometimes sea breeze sings to me
of nature, trees, blooms, butterflies, bees,
gentle, sweetly, resting my soul

Summer winds cool the mind, passions
are soothed, memories salved, grief stilled
so much sorrow yet still I smile

This landscape is my second home
my first is gone, as family died over years,
homesick still for that time, that love

No one knows that I weep inside
for generations that have left me
no surprise, 
I want to go home