Saturday, November 10, 2012

Poem of the Week 40: Helen Rice Obama

Hello, Hope that this Saturday goes well with you, we have poem of the week 40 ready, my choice is  Helen Rice Obama

 I am an exile Then  by Helen Rice Obama

I am an exile then, some other land
beneath another sun must have been mine.
I speak a new language and clasp your hand,
I taste the grapes from your vine,
They are sour, bitter to my mouth,
I don't enjoy such,
missing home, both north and south!
I prefer my own kind of fruit,
peaches or oranges are sweet and good,
I dwell on words that's soft
with friends and eyes,
gentle and aloft.

Happy Writing!