Inheritance
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Nick Trakakis

Wherever I go, whatever I do
I carry within me my Father:
that look, that sigh
of one thrown onto alien land
without hope of returning home
for home has ceased to exist.

Wherever I go, whatever I do
I carry within me my Mother:
that look, that sigh
of a little girl with double-plaited hair
stranded on an outer village hilltop
amidst violent rain
crying and weeping
having just heard of the murder of her father.

This is my inheritance.

Nick Trakakis

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