Cleveland

 

My heart feels drawn to Cleveland
that’s where I belong
the smell of the airport
the baggage claim
the sounds of the city
nostalgia
vacation
home
pink winter coat
the Terminal Tower
lite up in the night
hanging street lights
snow
my ancestry
my history
grandmas and grandpas
mothers and fathers
pot lucks
I cannot count
the number of stories
of my mothers youth
taking the bus downtown
stories of my father
my grandfather
plumbers
Cleveland National Bank
Lorraine Street
the plays that were all set
on the stage of Cleveland

~Jenny