Barbie Maria

The little girl’s mom Tila, worked hard to save enough money It was her baby girl’s birthday, how she loved her miel, her honey She saw a Barbie doll that stood in the window at Catarina’s Boutique Wearing a traditional dress embroidered, flowered details so unique Sugar skulls glisten and a crown of marigolds adorn her hair A Mexicana Barbie with long dark braids nothing would compare Complemented by a golden yellow flowery headband The dolls face and body a beautiful color of ochre, tanned Spotted by the little girl on their walk through the city Calling out, que bonita! Mamita she is really pretty Maria Barbie printed on the box, like hers it was the same She knew she had to have her, when learned she shared her name Tila rushed home to put in the order on the phone The line went dead and then it was a muted tone She prayed that the order went through that day And hoped it would be received on her daughter’s birthday Because of the power outage in Pueblo, a small town The Barbie doll was gone, lost and could not be found Tila was sad when she told her miel it was the last one of her kind Don’t cry mamita, I already prayed another little girl Barbie Maria will find