Yellow Stucco
- milivojevicem
- Jun 20
- 1 min read
Updated: Jun 22
A part of me resides on a street in Bosnia,
Tethered to the souls of those who came before-
In a yellow stucco house on the right turn of a long road.
One that my father ran around in and hoped for a better life-
One that he got.
The presence of my baba still lingers there,
One who's soul embraces me everyday,
The yellow stucco framing a facet of me.
One that would be embraced once again once I was born-
On a street named Robert.
In which another yellow stucco house sits.
Separated only by space and time-
Where I dreamed of a full life.
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