Forty-Two Years

From a distant land I came over an ocean that stretch out. Relatives at the airport greeted me, their arms stretched out with love. Years disappeared beneath our feet. Then like a magic carpet, we were transported to a reunion. On air we seemed to walk, years vanished in moments of handshakes, each face, that of a stranger, now family. With each new, face recognition of an older past, something to build on for years to come. 22 August 2001 Author’s Note: This poem was written on my Aunt’s back porch on my first visit to Canada after 42 years. DVH.