Her Destination

[poetry_se7en]

Years ago,
My grandmother's hands
Crossed the ocean
To meet her lifeline.

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The open sky

Her hands on the railing

Sun sinking into the water.

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Her eyes were flames on the horizon.
Her destination, a dot on a map on a table.

It's much bigger in person.

Comments

[sabneraznik]

This is nice.

[poetry_se7en]

It's actually my first poem in weeks. I felt out of my element writing it.

But thank you.

[sabneraznik]

Well, that pent up creative energy unleashed in an awesome way. :)

[poetry_se7en]

Thank you.

[jennifro]

Very beautiful piece. *claps*