“I long, as does every human being, to be at home wherever I find myself.” — Maya Angelou
This is home
Where fires burned
And tried to destroy
The footsteps that
Echo on these lands
Long before I took my
First breath.
This is home
Where past
And present
Meet on the streets
And history is lived
On these once cobbled
Streets.
This is home
Where Faith and
Family intertwine
And community
Pulls together
In times of need.
This is home
Where fire
Has damaged
But never destroyed
Because history
Lives in the
Streets and the memories
Of those whose stories
Echo on the streets.
Copyright ©️ Michelle R Kidwell
February.17.2024
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Michelle Renee Kidwell
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Comments (1)
Great poem Michelle