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  • I lost my mother's charm bracelet somewhere in Kenya.

    I don't even have picture of it
    to decode
    the places she's been:
    the rickshaw
    she must have bought
    on a work trip to Bangkok,
    the articulated fish,
    somewhere in China?

    I can't remember
    all the pieces of her story.
    Neither can she.

    There was a Big Ben too, I think.
    Of course, the English girl
    who lost her accent
    when the war moved her to Canada.

    Somebody in Nairobi is wearing it now.
    The fish dangles, decorating
    a Nakuru neckline.
    I like to think the rickshaw's riding,
    the back of a Mombasa tuk-tuk.

    Maybe some of them are for sale in that
    over-priced antique store in Adams Arcade.
    I hope someone bought the rose gold chain
    to give to their beloved.

    You don't know us anymore, Mom
    but wherever we are,
    we are travelling.

    And whatever we've lost,
    we're out here
    finding our way.
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