First Post

I have no idea what to post... so an old poem will suffice!

It is called "Memories of Home." Although I am home now, I still like it... I miss what home used to be... that idealistic haven. But Hampshire is home now too... so maybe I'll make a MoH part deux. So here goes nothing...

"Memories of Home"

i miss the city and the boston skyline

the way the buildings light up

and the charles twists and turns

while the white sailboats dance

across its rolling brown backside

i miss the smell of shea butter and garlic

that lurked on my mothers skin

very rarely is she well enough to cool

so my nose welcomes that pungent sting of herbs

that clings, like a child, to her clothes

i miss the tree that grew in the frontyard of my Philly home

my tinychild hands would run over the rough bark

encircle my arms around the thick trunk

dark and brown like my own skin

i miss the faces of my family, my people

the air always thick with the smell of weed and frying fish

smooth island accents fluttering like a cool jamaican breeze

bringing back memories of enjoying

fresh coconut milk under palm trees

or daddy climbing the mango tree in the backyard

until he was out of sight-

and my childish heart would skip, out of fear that

he has taken up wings and flown to heaven.