Memory jogs through my mind
Stops in Mexico last year
and tells me to remember
being at my grandparents home
The home my mother was raised
The home my many aunts and uncles
played and grew and fought and
became the people I've grown to know
Memory shows me the feeling of wind
against my skin
the town bell ringing and
marking the hour
Watching the birds in the trees
listening to their voices
for as long as I wish
I am there again as I tell you this
I can feel the land bracing for rain
It will fall heavy yet it will be welcome
The earth itself is in my body
Home calling to me once more
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