It’s My Ami
Headed to Miami where I was born, little Havana. I was a child of the revolution, or rather a babe, having been born two months after Cuba ceded control to Castro. I was born in Miami where my family fled. Who knew at the time what was going to happen. When I get to Miami, I always think of my cousins – my dad’s cousins, the fun part of our family. And I think of my dad taking me to Wolfie’s and walking on the beach. He always told me it’s your ami, my ami, Miami.