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