When I hear this sound that awakens me, intimidating its way into my cloistered night, I write…

“GRANDPA’S TREES””

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With all twist and turn of life, I can

answer the flowers’ questions with smile!

With approach of sunset, I can

sit behind the window to see the sunrise.

In dark and long nights, I can

think about crowd that once were with me.

With approach of dark thoughts, I can

share my secrets with trees.

With praying for humans all around, I can

stay alone with my disturbed soul.

With coming of old age, I can

Walk where home is, think about grandpa’s trees!! …

FullMoonTrees

Ellie

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Author: elliebelfiglio

I am a professor, a poet, an author, and an immigrant. I am the survival of many political and economical hardship. As a political immigrant, it took me a long time to master the English language and to come to terms that I can never see my family again. "THE PARTING FROM MY FAMILY WAS THE BEGINNING OF A FRIENDSHIP THAN THE END OF OUR FRIDAYS!" My autobiography, "THE RAIN STOPS IN TEXAS" was published in 1997 by Eakin Press. It can be found in Amazon. As Ernest Hemingway says, write about something you know, most of my novels are about cultural difference of the old and new and American style of living compare to my home country. My poetry are in all forms. I write as they come to me. My first draft is always my last draft. "THIS IS MY WORLD, WELCOME!" "THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE!"

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