Just some thoughts...

Every day, as I write Poetiquejustis, I pray it will be a blessing to someone.
Today, I hope it is you.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

The Streets Where We Played

Whenever I think of yesterday, I close my eyes and see, That place just over The Brooklyn Bridge That will always be home to me.

M Hamlisch, Marilyn and Allan Bergman

Our family has a love affair going with New York City

You put any one of us back in to The City for more than a few hours

and we lose all the r's from our diction and start asking for "a slice" instead of a piece of pizza.

We can- and have- walked the length of Manhattan and back in a day

and we remember when Chelsea and SoHo were places you did not go-

let alone pay millions for a flat

This is all in our DNA

Our family settled there over a hundred years ago

It was only recently though that I started to wonder if they loved it as much as we do....

Take my grandmother

she grew up running along the sunny shores of an Island in the Bay of Naples

and then she came here

and the streets were crowded and noisy

she would have to walk quite a ways through the streets of New Yorkto see the Ocean again

I wonder if she ever did

I never asked her

I wonder if she missed the scent of lemon trees in the air

or the lapping of the waves against the sea walls of her island

Home is a very hard thing to find

And it is an even harder thing to leave

You can leave cities, and houses, and even people

But home is something that sticks with you

until you find it again.

Have you found your home?

Good for you!

Hang on to it with all your heart!

and let's remember those who left their home

so you could find yours

And that's poetiquejustis