Living Memories I Relish

When nostalgia gnaws at my heart,

Reminding me with memories from the past

It surrounds my eyes with flashbacks,

Dogging my solitude when darkness attacks

I remember my wide fertile land.

Also its sticky chocolate,

And the sun that turned me tanned,

Laying on the dry green carpet.

There I wave for friends to come.

We whistle with birds when they hum.

We play among dense fields of sugarcane

Shaking a citrus tree to taste its rain

From scorching sun, we always flee,

Panting for an old shadowy tree

We goodbye the sun when it leaves the sky,

Watch it gives the blue curtain a colorful dye.

I remember an old man looks like a gnome.

His stories and quotes inside me are home.

Wrinkles seize his face from chin to forehead,

Granting him veneration and cheerfulness instead

His sonorous voice when he does pun

Kills my ignorance, saying: "Listen, son!

The pure heart that sorrow cleaves

Is more fragile than autumn leaves"

A bitter grief chokes my throat

Because I really do miss the boat

I cry drowning in my salty tears

The wizened man no more will punch my ears

I dry my tears with my sleeve.

In a new sun of optimism, I believe.

Yet the return of the smile tastes sweet.

Still, the muddy land waits for my bare feet.