I was the out come of a beautiful island,
Made by nature, not by man.
The island of mountains, sun and seas,
All within every part of me.
The one we used to call Mother,
And thought it had no less value than any other.
But all is forgotten now,
So forgive them Mother.
My Mother, my island bore so much pain,
It lost more… Continue
Added by Andra Durace on January 7, 2011 at 10:30pm —