I Miss Sacramento

I have lived in three out of the four regions in America.

My experiences in some of them have been less than civil.
Issues in life, good and bad, may linger with us for life.
Stories that plague one's beginnings need not inhibit one's end.
Shielded from destructive effects in life, I did rise and thrive.

Satisfaction saturated my entire being
After we arrived at our new residence in '86.
Community spirit was there, alive and well,
Rendering a sense of family with great neighbors.
Anticipation of a better life for our kids was paramount.
Most experiences in this Northern California city were positive.
Every thought of leaving her filled my heart with grief and sadness.
Never had I lived for so long(35yrs.) in one community and loved it.
To every family member and friend, I say, "I brought you with me."
Of this I am sure: They say that home is where your story began; but
                           where I was born never felt like home to me. Like
                           nowhere else, Sacramento felt like home to me.

051223PS
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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