My Mother’s Voice is My Homeland

They ask me where is your homeland?

I reply: It is where you can hear my mother’s voice.

They laugh and ask me what I mean and to specify on the map.

I tell them I am from a land with no borders nor mortality; it lives forever.

They ask me what my mother’s voice sounds like.

I reply:

My mother’s voice sounds like the melody of freedom.

The sound of eternal roots digging up deep down the ancestral soil to build the foundation of the proudest standing tree, swinging its leaves, creating a Symphony of lights.

The children of sun and light.

Poem by Peri-Khan AW.