I left the Mother Land when I turned ten
With the curiosity of a child my age
To this new country I came
To play and learn her ways
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it's interesting too but I'm not proud to speak.........................(any language) there is no pride, no class, no aristocracy, no civilization, no wisdom in speaking, writing, reading goodly in any language if I'm not the righteous person for the world peaceful humanity harmonically ///
A great poem. So interesting to see how you progressed. Well done.
I can imagine your proud smile proving you can speak English in such a short time. " I was no longer in darkness but had embraced the light." Very well spoken truth, thank you for share, I can relate to this lovely poem, thank you!
From learning English to writing poetry...you have done superb....I could relate to it little bit. hough I knew English but learning the English of poetry....so much effort was required for it. Now my children born and raised here some time remark in amazement....mom you have excellent vocabulary.....a touch of pride I see in their eyes. thanks for sharing Luz and thanks for reading my poem.
Savita, how did I miss thanking you? forgive my oversight. Thank you so much for your nice revealing comment. I'm glad we learned enough to be here sharing our poems. Blessings!
Excellently worded, dear Luz. My two thumbs up for you, dear poetess. Most beautiful is the concluding line: " YES, I DO! " ...........A 10+++++++++++++++++++++for the Vote. God's Blessings be perpetually upon you. Very impressive poem. Thank you for sharing.
p.s. what is your Mother Land's name, i wonder. i think some people have a Father Land. i'm not sure if one is better than the other. i am very poor at learning languages. i've worked some, since retiring, with literacy 'students', but i was not a great teacher and my students were not very serious about learning, especially two young boys. one would rather play games, and the other was, i think, embarrassed at his inability. : ( bri :)
Mother Land, was Mexico. I could have said Father Land, but for softer poetic sound chose Mother.
(cont.) this is a delightful poem and inspirational story. maybe it could be improved a little bit with another proofreading? favorite lines: My favorite time was Art, for then I could express Those talents just as certain as the rest language is both a boon and a barrier to human understanding. to MyPoemList. bri :)
i have not read poem yet, though i read Akhtar's comment and your response to it. i read your bio, after i received a poem comment from you; thanks. i'll respond to you comment eventually. i looked to send a message to you, but does not appear possible, so here is my response to your bio: yes, Life is Life, but i'd be willing to live it WITHOUT pain! ! (cont.)
Bri, thank you for commenting. I'd be willing to live without pain too, but it would be like eradicating one color from the palette of life, such as not having the color black or blue. Pain is what makes joy, peace and well being truly appreciated when it comes to our lives.
English is the world language and you are rightly proud to speak and write it.
Thank you for your comment. Yes, I was 12 yrs. old and I got upset at that girl for jumping in and assuming that I still did not speak English. LOL
wow.amazing.who says u donno the rules..what a wonderful way to describe ur experience of learning english.i would love to read your other poems as well coz u r such an exciting writer.well done Luz.
Great! ! Growing up in a New Land. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Edward, thank you for commenting.