It reminded me of home.

I felt the warm sunshine beating against my face.

There was a momentous rhythm of the waves

rushing against the soles of my feet. 

I felt the pride in every movement of my toes as I danced

with the echoeing shells within my hands.

But,

Time ticked...

ticked like my past life until now,

gradually making its full cycle.

I wished my past life had its full cycle.

Maybe like how the other children back home in the village did.

And now, all I she is his threaded fingers through my soul.

Destroying me.

The freedom to give praise standing next to Gran'

in Reverend Harewood's Baptis't Church

on Sunday morning 7'o clock service.

Freedom.

sitting with the family at Sunday meal

Savouring de mouthwatering Caribbean flavours.

Now I'm dancing

to the rhythm of the calypso

Sweet Calypso.

Pumping the rhythm of the music

In and out, in 

and out.

The crystal clear shores brought the warm

Caribbean pride

as I looked out the plane's  small windows

as we summit into the candycane clouds

It was this home that lived within me.

Now.

I ask you simply

to

Remember me.