I was raised in the
mountains
not softly nurtured and
loved.The escape route was layed
out and dreamed about.
When I was twenty and reached
Flat land, my life began…
the one that begins with
himand us and two babies
and still goes on forty years
later with love and joy and honor.
But the mountains called
sometimes late at night
whenI felt safe in the scenery I had,
we got a house on the highest
mountain just for summers,
a get-a-way. I sit on my perch
to infinity there, soak
up the beauty,
no longer try to capture
the spiritualI just know it’s there and I wonder
at life and how we go full circle.
3 comments:
So true, Judy. You did find a way to return to the roots that you escaped from and found peace and beauty at the mountaintop. Heartfelt writing here, Judy.
Once again, Judy, you know how to appreciate the best and not let the rest get to you. These last three poems are very connected.
Good that you returned to the mountains but not to the pain.
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