We lived on a hill,

We live on a hill.

We had answers handed down like heirlooms.

We have questions we are learning to hold.

We had no accent.

We have words that give us away.

We had a kitchen that smelt like cast iron and cumin.

We have a kitchen that smells of new seasons.

We had summers that lasted forever.

We have winters that teach us to wait.

We had the sound of cicadas at dusk

We have the sound of geese flying over.

We had blue bonnets and prickly pear.

We have maple trees and black raspberries.

We had roots.

We can grow roots.