Mexican Mother

- Remember the day you helped to display a picture of a Mexican Mother She was swaddled in blankets of orange brown wraps and holding her new born babe.She looked out of a shuttered window across a laboured vineyard with unconditional love. Her eyes saw an evening sky that glowed and ebbed beautiful shades of autumn reds. The picture sat on the wall above our new crib beside our bed.Our new baby's crib. Baby Katy. Black hair just as in the picture I'm sure. A new patchy red skin of unbelivably vunerablility and loved so much by both of us. She would russell away all night. No sleep to be had but thoughts of love all day at work. I see you wife now so many years later as that Mexican Mother. And loved you that way. And as for my daughter I see you as then too. I can by pass your demands now.Demands unreasonable and biased. You will return one day with that loving effect on me. You will understand when an adult. My second daughter arrives later just the same way.