POETRY FRIDAY

Today I wrote a poem of my celebration of eight years living in the USA. Eight years ago, I left South America to make dreams come true. I am one of the many million of immigrants that come here to make things happen, to live their dreams as we have imagined. Nobody warns you of all the things that are will come your way. But that's just life. It comes with no warning signs at all. Next time you meet someone who left home to be here in the USA, just remember, it is never easy, it is a leap of faith. I love this country very very much. I am grateful for the memories that keep accumulating in my heart. Someday when I walk away from here, I know I am taking with me some of the most significant moments in my life. And that, my friend, is a blessing all by itself. Happy 4th of July My Dear USA! Happy Eight Years to me!

This Poem was inspired by the lyrics to the song "Seasons of Love" from the Broadway Musical RENT (one of my favorite Broadway Musical of all times!)

EIGHT YEARS

by Stella Villalba

How do you measure eight years

when you live overseas?

Do you count the sunsets

you didn't miss?

Do you count the times

you heart was so full?

Do you count the nights

you wish to repeat?

Do you count the beauty

your eyes didn't even know it exist?

How do you measure eight years

when you live overseas?

Do you count the lives that you touch

or that it touched you?

Do you count the road trips

you wish they never stop?

Do you count the times

the moon was your only witness?

Do you count the blessings

you have received?

Eight years living overseas

Eight years growing every day

in a different kind of way

missing

wishing

learning

playing

forgiving

giving

but most importantly...

LIVING.

Happy Anniversary to me!

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