tall sugar canes were your first memory
home was in the valley of the mountains
eating sweet mangos under a hot sun
rivers nearby where the ladies laundered
every images imprinted as the plan
soared across the Atlantic ocean to
a new home in cold Pennsylvania
middle name and an “h” added by nuns
and English placed on your tongue
recollections of Espanol slowly fade
you have become Americanized
- Written for dVerse Meeting the Bar: Tell Me Your Name
Bravo, nice one, Arcadia
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The eternal quandary of the immigrant life. Nice write AM 👏
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your tribute to your Spanish madre, Maria, and the ease with which you created your name acrostic. I love the thought of ‘eating sweet mangos under a hot sun’ and the ‘rivers nearby where the ladies laundered’. It’s so sad to lose your native tongue.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully constructed, your Spanish madre's experience.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful tribute to your querida madre Maria 🩷
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