To Deloraine Brohier

The first lady of a race Who made a burgher population As commonplace as a mouth-watering lamprais She was the gust on the wrinkled pages That lamented the demise of the burghers Who took wings of migration to domicile on unfamiliar lands. She weaved tradition and tore stereotypes Of the rituals of admixed colonial blood, … Continue reading To Deloraine Brohier