Coming Home

On the way back,

I trace the edges of Gilpin.

For all the tears, I have dried,

all the anger, I have absorbed,

all the hands, I have held,

all the connections, we have shared.

As a warm cup of coffee leaves a rim,

within that circle is my heart.

 

Richmond, VA

I am a poet, living in Richmond, Virginia. Follow me on http://thepoetrynugget.blogspot.com/