When I was a child, about 5; my parents and I had a home in a coastal city.
But fate had it that my Father worked a little more than 3 hours inland.
Deciding to pack me up along with his suitcase, once a week and traverse
to the small town of Ladysmith, was an adventure.
The amazing thing was; I would leave my Mother and arrive at her Mother.
I would leave her Mother and arrive at my Mother.
With my Dad.
A journey of trust.
My Mother Her Mother
The trees disappear
they reappear
i see the light pole
i don’t
here’s a cloud
there’s a cloud
a dam
some cows
a corn field
i’m singing along
my trip there
i cannot wait
i know
i will
see her
she will be
and i will learn
she will do
and i will try
she will grow
and
i will take a leaf
my return
i cannot wait
i know
i will
see her
she will be
and i will learn
she will do
and i will try
she will grow
and
i will take a leaf
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