A memory so long is held in my Soul

As I swim where my ancestors did

 

I smell my mother in this salty water

And shed tears for the ones to be bred

 

They can drink my tears as they swim

And recall me, their mother, too

 

They can glide with me along my trail

To a place where my father shed spawn

 

And swim to the beach where their mothers laboured

To reef islands where, like me, they were born.

 

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