Being in Miami, Florida when very young, remembering the
white sand and coconuts on palm trees, a delicacy to a
young child's mind and intellect.
Never having forgotten any of it, for it was all so beauti-
ful, getting the wanderlust from parents who were always
taking us somewhere even though we never had much money.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem