You walk in my dream at night,
Grieving! A woman who is in fright!
My mother, did you know,
Your daughter died so slow?
Now, are you going too?
Come back, for once be true!
dreams in my hours, dark;
Searching like a cat with no lark!
Thrills and mournful I call;
Once more so dull!
_________
Surely mama, sure,
She is somewhere!
Did you know? Did she soar?
Could you hear her roar?
Let me explain…
You can find her-
if you can search here and there!! …
BY: 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!"
