Their little faces looking at me like little suns
Their minds facing the light like sunflowers
Searching for clues when I talk about the hues
Of the cultures of my identity
Using tools old and new
Grasping my words like scientists
Magnifying details like detectives
Questioning to learn and grow
Their hearts, eager to know
Glad are they to share each other’s zest
Knowing what they did not know before
Embracing an alien concept
Immersing themselves
Like the sun touching
Every corner of the earth.
Sentimental Journeys 
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