Hidden Roots

In Memory Of My Late Brother William Verdun Harris 1941 - 2003 Today my mind seemed everywhere, but on the job, I was doing. It started in my childhood and moved into my teenage years and finally into my adulthood. Along the way examining the roots I had laid down all those years ago. Unfortunately, they were not firm roots and I drifted from here to there, my heart never settling in any place I wanted as a home. Within me, there was a struggle and I knew not why, then it surfaced in between the pages of a letter that came from far away. It told me something that at first I could not believe, of how part of my past had been closeted from me. I knew then where my roots lay in a land far across the sea. I travelled to meet my past, but sadly, before I could cement those hidden roots they were gone and part of me was taken away. Now I often wonder what might happen years before if I had known about those hidden roots. How different would my life have been? There is no way of telling as I learned to late about those roots and time has now run out. 20 February 2009