White

Because April is Poetry Month... 
The poem below is dedicated to my father and sister who like angels are now in heaven.

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