St.lucia

She was witness to my birth

Fair Helen's heritage as strong as a saddles girth

She saw Sir Arthur Lewis economic maturation

And Derek Walcott's artistic renditions

I am proud to be witness to cultural exhibitions

And boast of her customs and traditions

I coud still taste the green fig and salt fish

Callalloo and dumplings, sorrel and smoke herring Quiche

And the cocoa tea and hot bakes

I could still smell the aroma of fish cakes

Out of all the things I truly miss

I miss her pride and lucian  prejudice

Her independence, her bacchanal, I still reminsce

The sweet freedom and joy she gave me

To find my own truth, to find serendipity