H O M E

South of the border near Mexico way, she felt betrayed Mariachis music filled the salty air where she stayed She was to wait welcoming hands to a foreign land Her Papa and Abuela were like gold in her hand, yet She limped with knowledge, courage made her glad The God of her mother would be her God. Love, in season of winter, lifted her to clarity Rain and snow, skylight and solitude gave humility The mountains in Carmel, NY, shared spring blossoming She'd been on a journey, fit and free becoming Reflections of the sea showed The Source All she asked arrived in portions deep and fierce. Forgiveness became a song given up as gift She stirred and perfected each given dish One, and only One conspired, swelling her joy Who makes a man with love she'd enjoy? She bask in splendor of her mother's prayers, and Stood firm on power, surpassing earthly human care. *