Tabanca

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.