I have a tabanca.
I miss the warmth,
The sunshine,
The shade of green,
I miss the freedom that comes
With knowing exactly where you’re going
‘Cause is there you born and raise,
I miss the kiskadee song in the day
And the cricket chorus at night.
I miss the twelve hours of sun,
I miss the sno cone,
I miss the red mango.
I miss the soca
And the piccong,
I miss St James
And the way it’s
Never at rest.
I miss the view
Of the city from
Lady Young Road,
I miss the renegade
Poui trees that decide
Now is the time to bloom,
I miss the hibiscus.
I miss the way
You know Christmas coming
Due to the smell of paint
And the new curtains,
I miss the sound of rain
On a galvanize roof,
I miss home.