Roots of Change
Something about me has changed,
I only noticed when I went away.
Things no longer neatly in their place,
It seems the mess and mud are quite okay.
Harder though to say goodbye,
Craving familial affection I once denied.
Wanting to pull them close awhile,
My view has changed to spite the miles.
Is it all the sitting or is it my age,
Or is it my writing on this page?
All, or none, no way to gauge,
Perhaps my own life now engaged.
–by Me
Cyprus Tree Reflection by Ciocan Tudor-cosmin
sometimesihatemycat 
i like the delicate shifts in tone in your poem and your clear, intimate expression. thank you for sharing it with me. tony
Thank you so much for reading and for your beautiful compliment. I am touched, and so glad you enjoyed it.
We change and yet we remain the same. Lovely poem
Thank you so much. I am glad to be back writing and reading. 🙂
Was away visiting family, in the south, amongst the Cyprus trees…I love those trees.