On trips to visit my mother I like to drive through many different neighborhoods in the city of Rochester, from some of the wealthiest, to some of the poorest. While the rundown areas sadden me, my spirits are always lifted by one vacant lot. Surrounded by boarded up homes, someone still tends to it with love, and seeing it always gives me hope and makes me smile.
Corner of Goodman Ave and Eisenberg Place, Rochester, NY
A city blighted
so many broken homes
the old neighborhoods
aren’t the same
yet hope springs eternal
in a vacant lot
filled with the promise
that flowers bring
Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2020. All rights reserved.
That's it for today. I hope you'll join me again tomorrow.