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Madre

Madre

Touching the sea essence
with their noses
old men by the seashore
sails up … Flags waving good-bye
gulls laughing
Don Coto’s face brown and wrinkled
smiles from here to ear,prepares for the voyage
To gather bounty…From the land the sea to see
The coconut trees…leaves rubbing against each other
Waiting for their daily drinks to arrive
The sun plays peek-a-boo with the rolling clouds
of white and blue
Men loading their cargo
Their wives saddened ,tears flowing,nearby laughter
Joselito, Negrita and Tony
chasing down fiddlers by the Mangroves,
oblivious they are…life is just fun and games
Atop the hill…the river flows endlessly
Mi Madre Maria Tomasa
at the river bed
Washing clothes under the Fiery Flamboyan
She’s beautiful radiant, black hair, green eyes,
strong yet …
Loving she was… I miss her
My family, Mi familia,
My people, me gente,
My culture, mi cultura,
mi india Borincana
with your music of
love,life,and lore
I will never forget you
dreams never die
although years
may pass I shall return
just like my…
FATHER

 


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