Journey

Day 9: Off-prompt today in honor of my Dad's birthday:

Journey

You have traveled far

From the hills of Balaram

To the capitals of Europe

To the golden shores

of your manifest destiny

Soles of your feet hard as rock,

Suitcase stuffed with photos.

But memory is elastic.

It stretches with each face,

Each name, each moment

Of breathless awe

At the foot of mountains

Or in the face of stars.

May your journey never end.