Over and over
You return to your motherland
A repeat into the wombs that grow beard
Your journey far and wide
Ends up on the pillow of navel string
Like the flute of green bamboo
You sing sweetly in my ears
The sugar canes swinging
The molasses boiling
All of this is you, even if you’re not there to kiss
Welcome, you’re still there
My dearest Aunty Sandy, I’m home!
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