For Nawrlins

The city of my birth
is in ruins
The city where I began
is plagued by flood waters,
looters, and despair.
A year ago, my mother
took me to Audubon Park
where she and my father
had their first date.
I dragged her up Canal Street
to the cemetaries at the end of the line.
A year ago my mother turned 60.
32 years ago, I was born here.
Now destruction that rivals
the tsunamis of Southeast Asia
is all I see and all I hear.
The city where I began
is beginning again.

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~ by realsupergirl on September 1, 2005.

2 Responses to “For Nawrlins”

  1. What a lovely and touching poem–thanks!

  2. Thanks…

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