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These were the moments of my youth
To sunbathe after a cold shower
To regenerate, as lizards do
To feel the rays of the sun
To aspire the sun
Four bare cinder block walls
A dilapidated but clean toilet,
A rusty one inch pipe,
protruding four inches from the wall
And a life time of frustrations made up our family bathroom
The taps were old and rusty
I longed for that cold trickle of water
It sent shivers down my spine
But it was just a trickle
A very cold, steady trickle
Cuava soap; never a full bar on the soap dish
Lather up and clean behind the ears
But when I unlatched that rustic one-hinged door
And stepped into the sun,
Oh, how wonderful it felt, to sunbathe at noon
Culpable I was for the missing hinge
For I would lean on this old door
until the rays of the sun would warm my face
and that wonderful Caribbean sun would warm my heart
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