Home, home, homeward bound.

Back to where it started.

Where my heart started beating and my soul started dreaming

Of the person it knew I could be.

To where I learned how to fly, how to sing, how to dance.

Where I learned how to write and believe in romance.

Where my childhood memories lay at rest by a tree,

So utterly lush for our marbles to be.

Where my grandmother told me her tales of the past,

Singing old spanish melodies to this day that still last.

It’s where curiosity and willingness intersect -

My first big decisions I still don’t regret.

It’s a place that taught me to deal with the cold.

A city that raised me to be confident and bold.

It is here I return, a rush to the veins,

Montreal, Quebec…

Je Me Souviens.

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