In a field I stood, where glistening dandelions grew.
I felt the warmth that summer wind blew.
Clouds had different billowy shapes;
While lily pad in willowy water baked.
A buzzy bumble bee could not fly.
A little girl danced, she would never stop.
She danced amid shimmering trees.
A shimmering soul she was with flaxen hair.
Once she was a broken vessel, now she was whole.
She was mended, now danced in breezy air.
Sun light gold, she gazed at, her journey began.
It was the loss of innocence that mostly missed.
Now I weep for her leaving.
I weep for my sight.
I am off to the sunset.
She dances— dances free and light!! …
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 26, 2018 at 2:19 pm
Awesome lines Ellie
Shiva