A Poem

A poem about Cuba and the way I feel when I look back on how it must feel to lose your everything. 


Looking back on the passage of time, I feel the pain of yesteryear;

Missed goodbyes and deep regrets, doused in the aroma of just-roasted coffee

The desire to return to an island so sweet and so bitter

Like an apple just past its prime.

The memories remain etched in black, white and grey;

Promises unkept

Lies unchecked

Hearts brimming with pain.

Her eyelids drop, mercifully;

Childhood giggles permeate the air

Bicycles scatter the lawn

Fresh pork and black beans simmer on the stove.

Blue eyes pierce into her soul;

Excitement fills her veins and love is true

She knows it is true.



5 Comments Add yours

  1. Lenette says:

    beautiful….great imagery =)

    1. Thanks, Lenetty! ❤ ❤ ❤

  2. Teacher Girl says:

    This is absolutely beautiful! I love the emotion that you captured. I felt like I was there.

    1. Wow, from one writer/English teacher to another…what a compliment! Thanks, TG! xoxo

  3. Maria Pablos says:

    How beautiful & so true! Ela I love this post.

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