Brandon Paul

My Home - Brandon Paul

When I think of home, many things come to mind

I see the swaying palm trees and green parrots that fly overhead

I hear children playing with marbles in the street and smell the heartwarming aromas of the ginger and pimentos in Sunday lunch

This is my home

I hear the rhythmic crash of waves as the beat the shoreline

I smell the salt water and hear the way the palm trees dance to the music of the island

I feel the warmth of the Trinidadian sun beating on my skin

This is my home

I see the golden lights of diyas during Diwali

And the colorful feathers and glitter of Carnival

I hear the trumpets and maracas of calypso

This is my home

These are the memories that keep my heart beating

And keep the red, white and black flag inside me waving

I see all of these things when I close my eyes

And return to my home