Traditions of the Soul

As the story unfolded,
visions of my immigrant grandparents filled my head.
Stepping by lady liberty to an unknown future their
memory haunted my thoughts.

My past life in a gypsy village finally uncovered
the simple traditions of soul.
The sound of Yiddish, the mesmerizing klezmer music
made my ancestral past a palpable thing.

The bonding of men and women in love have
strengthened or broken the bonds of every family
over time.

I am in the land 0f dreams and sunshine.
My present home warm with expression.
Purified by that arctic wind of change.

Far from my remaining family, a separation
I caused by taking the less traveled road.
As they gather this weekend without me,
makes the traditions of soul I create with
strangers that much more important.

Published by Marie

Once a race car mechanic and roller derby chick now a leadership coach, Marie is unapologetically happy and funky. Her zest for work and life are intrinsically linked. Work or play, she’s a blast to be around. Sunshine, lollipops, and rainbows follow her everywhere; it’s no surprise she dreams of running away with the circus and has been writing about her vida loca since 2010 on my cyber house rules.

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