My Second Love

May 2, 2017 April 29, 2017
My Second Love prose poem

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Many years ago when my Motherland rock with political unrest,
I was waiting to get the final word from those in charge.
A young mother with two young sons, one, I was carrying on
my arms, he was too little not knowing much what was going on.

Life in Central Europe was unsettled and difficult to bear, my destiny
to immigrate was heavily on my mind. Got all settled and planned.
Took the plane and we flew away, today, thinking back about such
a decision, in those past years, I admit humbly that have no regrets.

I do live in a beautiful country now, and with time I learned to love
and appreciate the new surroundings, my sons independent now.
Both are happy being in a new home that they love.
Our new homeland gave us a chance to become a better people.

We love Canada with our hearts, there is no other place I wished to be.
The colors of nature so different from Europe I must admit, winters are cold.
Summers very short, there are only two seasons in the year, but that is
to be expected, we live close to the North Pole where Mr. Santa has his home.

~~~~~

This Vast Canadian Land will be 150 Years Old on July 1, 2017.

We love Canada, the Country has many people from abroad.
We are proud being Multicultural. As any Country, we are not perfect.
We strive to be the best we can, we love Canada!

And….

In Canada, you can get sunburn and a frostbite in one day!

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