The things I miss…
A Prose Poem
Published in
Apr 22, 2021
It wasn’t easy to say good bye to you, but what choice has a child when better is promised.
With each summer in this frigid place I yearned for you, aching for the salt-seasoned air to crack the chill that glazed my lips.
What I’d give to make it back to you, to live the permanence of your tropic bliss, over the fruitlessness of occasional trips.
© Wilfreda Edward 2021
Inspired by today’s “through the city” prompt, I couldn’t narrow it down to single city because it feels like I carry the whole Island with me. Thanks J.D. Harms for any excuse that takes me home.
