In London
every now and then
I get this craving
for my mother's food
I leave art galleries
in search of plaintains
saltfish/sweet potatoes
I need this link
I need this touch
of home
swinging in my bag
like a beacon
against the cold
apelsīns_ - Post a comment
The road outside my house is paved with good intentions
Edgars (apelsiins_) wrote on May 7th, 2012 at 02:52 am
Like a Beacon (Grace Nichols)