I remember back home
and the sand
The sand that would lay in your lungs
The sand that would scorch your
Souls
I remember
The smiles drawing into the sand
Racing home, putting candy on our parents tabs
The everlasting happiness, the never ending heat
The heat that could carry my tears for me
The sand that would hug me, that would lay with me
I remember back home
The oranges, the sweet and sour
The kind that made my eyes cross
The peeling and drooling
The oranges I ate
I remember
The city, my birthplace
Visited every Friday
To see mema
To play mermaid in the ocean
To eat and eat
To love and love
To be cared for by so much family
So much souls that has been scorched by the sand
So much souls bathing in the fire
The beauty of it
The heat that only we could endure
Our sand
Our souls
Our land
The land we took back
I remember back home
When I had to leave
The plane took me and my mother
I cried because I knew
She was doing it for me
So I could be big
So I could learn
There language
So I can be taken seriously
I remember
The smiles drawn into the snow that turned into a frown
There was no more sand or Pom trees
No more celebrations
No more music
Or dancing
I remember back home
I ate oranges
But here I no longer ate them
I no longer could stand the smell
And they tasted like lost youth
I remember
The snow didn’t hold my tears
It didn’t dry them for me
The show froze them on my face
It scared them on my face
As a reminder
I remember
I no longer went to ma’s house
We stayed home on Friday
I did my homework on Friday
I remember
Missing home
But appreciating the new one
I remember
learning how to wipe my own tears
Before the snow could freeze them
I remember
learning to draw smiles into the snow
I remember
the snowy wonderland and I am thankful
For it creating the person I am today
I remember
being split between
The two homes
I loved the most
I remember back home
And think of two places
Please give a detailed explanation about the meaning and main idea of this poem
This is the story on how I moved from Morocco my home country, to Canada. A new experience completely. I hated the snow when I was younger, but slowly got used to it. The main idea of this poem was nostalgia and coming to love my new home, Canada.
Please explain your writing and thought process regarding this poem.
I really wanted to write a poem about how I hated oranges now but used to love them when I was younger, I them remembered how much I missed the fruit back home, and then the poem kind of got created from there.
Why did you choose to write this poem?
I was missing home, missing fruits and foods and family, but I was also extremely grateful for Canada and how much opportunities it gave me.
Do you have any tips or anything to share with the youth writers who may be reading this? (optional)
Home is everything!