My mother had been wanting to move to Lancaster since we started going through the moving process. It was me and my negative energy that kept us in L.A. for so long. It took me a long time to accept that my future was no longer in Los Angeles.
We’ve been in our new house for a week, now. The stress is easing up on her. I can see how happy she is and how much she likes it here. I’m still scared of the isolation and I hate being away from everything I know, but I know I have to let go in order to accept something new.
I wrote this poem after taking a drive with my mom and realizing how beautiful the scenery is out here. I’m learning to appreciate the small things this place has to offer.
I dedicate this to anyone who has had to accept a difficult change.
ME AND LANCASTER/LANCASTER AND I
by Georgia St. Jones
You stood there, waiting
No complaints
I kept you at arm’s length
With my palm held out straight
You remained halted
With your arms opened wide
And your hands relaxed and warm
And I cried and
I kicked and
I pushed and
I called you everything
But sweet
But you stood there, waiting
Until I would listen
“Welcome home”, you said
With your arms still open
I cry on your shoulder now
Since it’s so warm there
Georgia St. Jones is a California broke girl using music, art, and literature as a way to be universal and staff contributor for The Strange is Beautiful.
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