I am from the mountainside,
From guavas and orange trees.
I am from a dot on the map
And a one way in and out street (Narrow, old, bouncy).
I am from sugarcane
Whose sweetness tempted me.
I am from passion fruit and el coquí
Under its melodious singing, I fell asleep
As it rained all night,
From Ursula and Luisa house.
I am from tobacco and rum,
From simple people who lived long.
I am from the music, the rice and beans,
From where grandpa walked with a cane
And from where he walked slowly because
Time would wait, and kites danced in the sky.
I am from the moments of child exploration
Under the mango tree.
- Author: rrodriguez ( Offline)
- Published: September 16th, 2018 17:13
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Those moments have served you well in your life.
Thank you for reading my poem and commenting. Be blessed!
You evoke great visions of an ideal childhood - super work.
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