Coming Home


Coming home she reels
like the violin she finds herself to be
Re-entering a life
from outside, university minds, eyes widened
Kaleidoscopec fanfares of whole family dinners
all twenty seven of us, three generations.

Three days reunion amidst us,
natural return to roomate-family/remote family
not sad really, only aware of this;
separations.

Boarding call line
you, my daughter facing forward,
resolute.
Knowing of course we must look at one another
In the fresh wash of tears you glance once more away.
A welling of feeling,
Oneness and yet not.
Separation.

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