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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