You ran across the ocean
Feet stepping on
Cresting waves
To arrive to another shore
They did not know you
They did not see you
You brought your hat,
Shoes, glass rosary
Praying to the Holy Mary
Clasping hands and smelling salts
They did not know you
They did not see you
Make way for the new faces
Washing sheets and sewing skirts
You found love on the stairway
Waving your hands in glee
They did not know you
They did not see you
You lived across the ocean
You never visited your homeland
Cresting waves
Falling times
I did not know you
I did not see you
This poem is inspired by my Polish great Grandmother. She immigrated to the US when she was just 20 and lived the rest of her life in this country. I love hearing about my great grandmother’s story and how she lived her life. I wish I could ask her about why she left and came to a country far away. Lots of questions, lots of wondering and trying to think about my own desire to leave my homeland and live far away.
Life and Times of a Quirky Character 
may we be in your eternity
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