There's No Place Like My Caribbean Home

Head tilted,

towards the sky,

while tiny drops of rain dance atop my epidermis.

Eyes closed,

while the wind delicately combs through

each tiny hair follicle ,

and as quickly as mother nature

anoints me with water,

she quietly parts the curtain of clouds,

and allows the sun to dry and preserve my skin.

Home–

The enriched layers of soil upon which generations have walked.

Those who have contributed to keeping my diverse heritage alive.

It is not only what you see,

but what I feel deep within

as the blood of my ancestors courses through my veins,

keeping my heart beating,

keeping me breathing.

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The sound of the waves

as it crashes upon the shoreline,

bursting into fireworks of sea water in the air.

They create a unique, white lace pattern, that spreads forth from the blue

like a mother reaching out

to sooth the tiny grains of sand.

The residual sea salt that it leaves across your lips

is the perfect tropical delicacy,

a Caribbean treat .

Home–

The calming shades of blue that decorates the sea and sky,

while the sun burns a fire in your soul.

It’s the many different people

whose smiling faces you see,

that make this place feel inviting ,

they make you never want to leave.

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The mix of spices and fresh herbs

left to marinate my taste buds ,

with saliva pooling in my mouth

in anticipation of culinary perfection.

The freshly caught seafood, which when grilled

are exceptionally divine.

Everything is organically grown,

we are fed from the land.

Home–

Filled with calypso rhythms, jazz and reggae beats .

A place where English and French are the languages that we speak .

It is the way my body moves,

hips swaying in the breeze,

always in sync with each pulse of the music.

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Home is an everyday adventure that we all get to live,

but deep down inside,

it is truly the only place that makes my heart sing.

Thank you for reading! This poem is dedicated to my home, the beautiful island of St. Lucia. I still miss it very much.