They were told the streets were paved with gold.
I remember the pain and pride in my father’s eyes as he pounded
the kitchen table, his big fist like a hammer of God,
and my mother’s sighs in measured counterpoint,
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This is one beautiful journey down memory lane! And a delightful tribute as well.
Alicia, when you reminisce you take the reader with you as you stroll along. A beautiful poem and I agree with James a delightful tribute as well. Top marks and thanks for sharing it my friend. David