Montreal - Apr 29

O’ Mother!, take me back at last, receive —(unclasped arms as vast as mine)—my embrace; this longing, laughing love, the proof and grace of my abiding for your shores.—I grieve the lasting loss that shear struck—do believe my grave and groveling art of disgrace,— when ten years had but barely found their place in my life. As with you then, now I leave behind the home I’ve called as such awhile, and answer your unbroken imperative: anew with you! once more to your sweet heart! I—through my candid, unshadowed smile— effervesce—(so this is what it means to live!) a new part! a chance for a novel start!