Madre

Touching to sea essence with their noses Old men by the seashore Sails up flags waving goodbye Gulls laughing Don Coto's Face brown and wrinkled Smiles from ear 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 peekaboo With the rolling clouds of white and blue Man loading their Cargo Their wives saddened Tears flowing Nearby laughter Josélito 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 Is at the river bed Washing clothes Andre 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 mi 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'll shall return Just like my Father.. All rights reserved A Camacho jr. 1996 -2015