I WROTE THIS POEM about a week before MAG 66 was posted. I somehow knew there would be a match up, and soon, I hoped. Tess, thanks for the wave length...
LOST AND FOUND
There is an authentic place
for all of us,
where we pull
the blanket of comfort
up to our chin,
and dream through
a universe of wonder
and discovery.
A genius, a prodigy
may have that
one true blessing,
that who am I?
handed to them on silver.
Most of us are not that lucky.
I was a tourist in my life
till a minute ago.
That's when I started
to assemble the blocks,
the alphabet,
and noticed that some
called this writing.
I finally arrived,
opened that door,
was able to yell out,
"Honey, I'm home".
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