hawaiian at heart
it’s not reserved for a designated few,
anyone of like mind,
is in.
it’s not your skin color, or hair color,
or even the color of your eyes.
it’s not your religion,
or lack of,
that imbues you with a hawaiian soul.
it’s not education, or street smarts,
or being homeless, or having wealth.
it’s not fame, or obscurity,
age, height, or weight.
only one thing matters.
you must have “aloha,”
for every living creature,
bar none.
if you do, then you are
just not exactly,
no, not exactly,











I will not… especially because you’re a catholic!!!
I want to be Hawaiian. Count me in. I already am a hug mamma, hug grandmamma, and hug friend. Does it mean that I get to go and afford to live there? Hugs and blessings to you, Connie
You are most certainly a hugger. Not sure if that gets you a free pass to expensive island living, however. Even I can’t afford to buy a dream home in Hawaii. Nonetheless, Hawaii is a place I carry in my heart…no matter where I put down roots. So I hereby make you my Hawaiian sister…hugs!