Hidden emotions
scream inside.
The relatives do not speak
avoiding a searing truth.
I am left wondering
why the compass disappeared
only to rediscover that a weather vane
points the sunny way home.
Hidden Emotions
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Wonderful how your few words tell it all. I love the weather vane pointing the sunny way home after the family compass got lost. Beautiful. Families can be the best of things and the worst of things. ❤
I hope the poem worked. It sounds too cheesy to say “home is where the heart is.” :0 Happy summer solstice and Father’s Day, Viva! Will catch up on reading everybody’s blogs today. ❤