Many poems and posts I write have a nature theme, with family or faith frame of reference. I hope you enjoy.
Let’s Be Free
I grew up not having to worry about freedom. Born in the mid-60s, in a quiet Midwestern (mostly caucasian) community, attending a parochial school through eight grade, then high school and college thereafter; I, now, raise a family with four grown children. We were not a rich family—by any means—as my parents divorced when I was in fifth grade due to schizophrenia which my father sustained following the Vietnam War. Since my mother worked long hours at the local hospital as an EKG Technician, we (her four children whom she raised much on her own) had a run of the neighborhood throughout the day and most of the evening during the summer months. These were my first experiences with what freedom meant to me.