when the birds migrate

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When I leave, I'll remember the

Faces and the weather

I'll remember the sea and shells

My country, my beach

I'll remember the sun and the heat that

Sometimes I wish it was winter

I'll remember the local shops the

foodstore the roads and the buildings

Some run down some newly painted

The neighborhoods and the dogs that

Always wants to chase a tired child

down the streets

I'll remember the taste of grease chicken

and Plantan on my fingertips

With home cook onions, potatoes, carrots

And tradition

I'll remember the holidays and celebrate

it somewhere else,

I'll remember how badly I wanted to

leave for bigger dreams

And how badly I wish I didn't have to

If only dreams would grow where I grew

I'll remember the rain the type of birds

That flew and wonder if they wish the

same too, maybe not

I'll remember the cat perched on top of

The wall outside, it black and white and

hiss at me when I tried to pet it

And I scold the cat for eating my food in

return then laugh at the situation

I'll remember the family I have

overboard and wonder what I'll say to

them and the time I'll take to get used to

them

I'll remember you and how I would've

Still wait, even if I moved

But most of all, I remember the

excitement the nervousness

The ambition, the clear direction and

The breath of relief.

-ashespoetry

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