My mother wants to go to the Motherland
But I want to go to my mother's land, and understand the land that formed my mother's hand
And stand upon the sand where my grandparents danced
To that old school beat
On the beach in their bare feet.
I want to go and feel the heat upon my bare skin
And it's about time that I meet my mother's kin
See where they fought to avoid all the suffering
So they could be left alone
Defending my mother's home
I want to know the life that my mother's known
See where my mother's grown,
See all of the things that my grandma my mother shown,
Before the days came that my mother flown here.
I want to know all the things that my mother held dear
So that to my mother's soul I can get near.
About the Creator
Micah Davidson
My name is Micah and in essence I am writer. I write about whatever is on my mind and my mind drifts a lot. I write page poetry, performance poetry, music, and every now and again I dabble in some short story writing.
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