I am a tree that is uprooted;
And placed in another spot to grow.
The new earth is fresh and rich;
But my life is just not the same.
I am left to grow a while, only to be-
Uprooted again for somewhere else.
With each change, just a little further away,
I grow all the more a stranger.
Each time the tree moves,
Tries to pull it together.
Until only a miracle can branch out again!
The Changes
They do their duties!
Blooming in spring, shading in summer;
Shedding in fall, standing barren in winter.
There are names in my trunk.
There are places, people, and hearts with arrows.
There are long last memories,
Forgotten with each move!! …
Ellie
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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!"
Ellie belfiglio 
January 18, 2018 at 1:19 pm
I loved the photo and the poem. Outstanding.
January 19, 2018 at 4:01 am
Gratitude.
January 18, 2018 at 1:20 pm
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
January 19, 2018 at 4:05 am
So grateful
January 19, 2018 at 9:01 am
You are welcome.