Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Monday, April 4, 2011

My First Home

I went back home,
my first home,
false memories,
of the street we lived on.
Fragments magnified in my memory,
it seemed so small.
I wept longing for the voices
of my life,
the scents,
the love.
We were uprooted
before my roots could anchor deep.
A tree needs roots to grow,
a tree needs roots to fly.
Out of the fertile soil
I was pulled
my roots shivered in the wind
my roots withstood the force.
The light made me grow,
the love made me shine,
like poems dancing in my soul,
like angel wings,
embracing me,
encouraging my spirit to soar.

12 comments:

  1. The light made me grow,
    the love made me shine,
    like poems dancing in my soul,

    I LOVE that! Good job, Ayala!

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  2. smiles. love the turn toward hope...i know what it is like to have to move on and be uprooted so that struck a cord...

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  3. Roots. Light. Love. I say yes to all.

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  4. keep soaring...keep getting encouraged.

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  5. Roots and growth. Both so important. xox

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  6. Very up lifting post,
    Thanks for calling by with a comment for mine.
    Much appreciated,
    Yvonne,

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