Day 27 NaPoWriMo. Russia, Российская Федерация, the USSR, Soviet Union, CCCP, the Iron Curtain. This country by any name is still remembered fondly by Victoria who grew up there. Victoria and I worked together at the library. She told me how beautiful was the grand library in Moscow. She remembers her grandmother’s garden, mushrooming in the forest, that her grandad collected stamps. She told me of Moscow’s concentric ringed roads. She remembers skipping school to walk the garden ring. “It is very beautiful any time of year…especially in winter when the huge flakes are slowly falling.” Enjoy the poem.
Home is Always Home
Home is always home
the good and the bad.
Comparing two friends
one complained of her childhood,
a big beautiful house in free Connecticut,
parents who were busy and neglectful.
Another under communist rule
remembered only the good
gardens, flowers, loving grandparents
fat snowflakes, the awe of a library,
though her parents focused on work
to provide for the family.
Our childhood gives us rocks and sparkling gems.
We choose which to hold onto
I say learn from your stones,
learn your strength,
then throw away those rocks
into a river or ocean
to wash them clean.
Hold onto your gems,
let sunlight shine through them,
wear them in your crown
for these are your gifts,