The poem below is dedicated to my father and sister who like angels are now in heaven.
White
It’s
like the photographers’ choice of background
In a
foreign land with lily white people around me
The
background is a terrain and mountain of snow
Wherever,
fight, survive like a polar or a grizzly bear
There’s
still a great white hope even for senior folks
I
see age, wisdom and experience
No one
can just white them out.
White.
By: Lucy Lombos
April 7, 2016
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