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Paul Casey
Exile
Exile
Exile
My mother is taking me to AfricaShe takes me from the arms
of her mother, the reach
of her great-great-grandmothers
I breathe in the womb of Africa
and smile with African children
see their eyes reach through mine
to meet all my grandmothers
© 2012, Paul Casey
From: home more or less
Publisher: Salmon Poetry, Co. Claire
From: home more or less
Publisher: Salmon Poetry, Co. Claire
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My mother is taking me to AfricaShe takes me from the arms
of her mother, the reach
of her great-great-grandmothers
I breathe in the womb of Africa
and smile with African children
see their eyes reach through mine
to meet all my grandmothers
From: home more or less
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