Home Is The state Of my heart: Heart-shaped Ohio. “Ohio, The Heart of It All,” Is more than its slogan, to me. It’s a certainty Born of dappled sunlight, porch swing swishes, marching bands, sure love, and lingering laughter.
We walk around the park’s pond, eyeing mallards and geese, clear blue skies. Tree blossoms of white, pink, and purple dapple sunlight on the greening grass and manmade path at our feet.
Lilacs scent the breeze, as does the pleasing sound of improving English from my brave and delightful friend. She speaks of her sweet/smart girls, (the youngest of which, with her large dark eyes and dark golden curls, holds tight her momma’s hand, and her little bag of chips), Syrian war, and lost and scattered family.
My love for you is deep, yet my words steep in tepid water. No flavor; nothing to savor. They begin, but fade, delayed by … what? A depth I can’t reach, though I beseech them. A well with no bucket. A spell I can’t cast. My tone, a droning bore. I wish my words would soar surprise rise