I am from widowed mothers
flower prints and baby perfume
I am from divine feminine love
and grief
I am from a land of palm trees and plantains
land of nostalgia
salsa and warmth
I am from dark skies
green terrains
soft grandmothers with green eyes
bagpipes and country scents
I am from the smell of Cuban coffee
grandfathers who laugh like thunder
silent
resounding
all at once
I am from infinite mourning
and infinite growth
Your poem was simply deep and heart felt. Reading this kind of reminds of my own life just a little. Very relatable great poem!
Hi, your where I am from poem is beautiful. It sounds like you are from a paradise surrounded by nature. It also has a sadness that made me feel a little nostalgic.
Your poem was well descriptive that I felt the vision of being in Cuba. I interpret the sadness as Cuba is ran by a dictator and citizens have no freedom to live their lives. All there really is to do is spend time with family and love ones. Beautiful nature in the island full with sadness