Spirits of a San Francicso Dream
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Their smiles , citizens, unafraid to so do.
Is what brought me back to San Francisco.
I’d get inane ideas , that Chicago was better.
But once back there,I loathed the weather.
Being a Chicagoan, born, I had many warm ties.
But my heart beat only, for San Francisco skies.
I longed to hear the magical cable cars ring.
It seemed my suitcase, in the closet, to that tune , would only sing.
One New Year’s Eve in the midst of an icy snowstorm ,
At a party, I announced. I was moving
back west, to where I belonged!
My dream was met with angst and derision.
The more people said, “No”, they really
cemented my decision.
The decades like a zephyr train , simply
whizzed by.
And I have lived here and met incredible
people under California skies.
Sunny skies, those western, smiles, are a
year round event.
And as my grateful days, come to close,
I pray to heaven, I will be sent!
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2023
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