how come I write an English poem
when I'm not even English speaking
how come I know these words
when I don't speak them often
and how come when I click my computer
they race towards the keys
what a wonderment indeed
I am always in awe
I ask my friends about it
and they say maybe I was born
in another lifetime, and English
abound my way
and when I wake up in the morning
and ask for my cup of tea
I always insist that they be brought
with marmalade and bread
oh what a glee! maybe indeed
I was born the English way
Who know what we bring with us from past lives......I guess that's what Déjà vu is all about.