Forty-Two Years Poem by David Harris

From a distant land I came
over an ocean that stretch out.
Relatives at the airport greeted me,
their arms stretched out with love.
Years disappeared beneath our feet.
Then like a magic carpet,
we were transported to a reunion.
On air we seemed to walk,
years vanished in moments of handshakes,
each face, that of a stranger, now family.
With each new, face recognition of an older past,
something to build on for years to come.

22 August 2001


Author’s Note:
This poem was written on my Aunt’s back porch on my first visit to Canada after 42 years.
DVH.