Where I’m From

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



all at once

I am from infinite mourning

and infinite growth

3 thoughts on “Where I’m From

  1. 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

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