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.
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