In honor of America's Independence Day, read Roberta's poem,
Lady of the Lamp.
It was thoughtfully penned as she and her family left the American shores for the first time. Let us not take for granted the GREAT blessings
that have come forth from this land.
To leave America is no small thing.
The golden cord that binds us to
her heart pulls taunt
As tug boats push us out to sea.
Her shore lines fade ...
The Jersey side miraged against the
Manhattan, neon-spangled, etched
Then, there she stood.
The lady with her lamp held high
And by some trick of fate, the sun
Blazed from her green, brass bowl.
She whispered out across the
"Here, take my lamp ...
You'll need it in the dark to which