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Gregory Gumbs – Ⅳ

Ooh, Mother 




My work

The words

These sentences

Fumbling, stumbling, murmuring,

Sometimes even purely exploratory

Ooh, mother

Is nothing but an attempt

A profound longing

A furtive search

Yet, still a necessary hope

of this restless exile returning

Desperately trying to approximate

Ooh, mother

The Caribbean songs

The Caribbean stories

The life-sustaining vocabulary

You once so lovingly gifted me

in the mother’s tongue.