
I want to go home to my mother
in the land with my fathers rules benevolent
in lands that were wide and gold..
I want to go home where the sun
is a shade of black
I want to go home to
my cousins and my aunts
Uncles, my nieces and nephews
lost the time and chance and I want to embrace them
as only family can
So they can see their cousin
Their niece their daughter
from long across the sea
Through time magic
And will
has come home —
changed and weathered, yes
but home
and I am afraid the when
my feet touch shores that my grandparents
were stolen
from that they may not
know who I am
-JBHarris, 9.18.21