My skin is still intact;
Weathered, it has traveled
To the calling of places.
Of years, moving in and out;
It has known different tongues,
Over paid rents and bible preaching
And now, as I have crossed
To Oceania, the turquoise waters
Remind me of my birth of known,
My trust of real and this love I own.
I cannot forge the sentiment
Nor feign belief; for this is my swan tune,
And the memory I have served.
So that is how it ends,
After many twists and turns
I will rest, in the ancestral home
Perceiving all, that is to come.
Janete Cabral Copyright 2007