Diego Rivera's Flower Carrier

Diego Rivera’s Flower Carrier My load to carry is backbreaking. But this I must do to feed my family. On the ground, on all fours, praying; For fairness in barter and my return safely, In this capitalist enterprise, I am engaging. My basket is laden to overflowing the brim; Of the most beautiful flowers in all the land. My woman helps me to my feet to begin; The journey to the mercado to sell our flores. She, too, is strong like me, with strong hands; And shares my burden! — Together, For survival and comfort in this life We labor, leaning on each other as a pillar, Through the impending toils of daily grind. In quiet rectitude satisfied; knowing Our Lord Jesucristo will provide. We pick the flowers at their peak: When the colours are their brightest, And their odor most invigorating. One by one, we gently lay them In the cesta de mimbre. With every step to every breath, Their fragrances fill my nostrils. And the unbearable become bearable: Bringing relief to my aching back And sandaled feet. How can I ask for more? When I return, the joy on my family’s faces, From the monies received for the sale, Provide the strength I require To do this chore over and over again, Until I am departed. *** Notes: mercado: market flores: flowers Jesucristo: Jesus Christ cesta de mimbre: wicker basket.