Madre Part Two
Don Coto's..
face smiles no more
Only in memory
Paving the way for others
with dreams and aspirations
Arriving at these shores
To prosper achieving those dreams
And hopes that our forefather set
So many years ago while the moon
Looked on :-) tides rolling in and out
like clock work fish dancing to the
Florescent harmony of the stillness
The trip took many months
With many risks,so coming to this point
This time this place..I think about
Don Coto's flag ship la 'Cocora'
Now a memory lingering on and on
She was sold for scrap years before
We now go sailing on planes with wings
Like the beautiful birds seen flying high
Driving Upwards by the warm thermals
Sailing past Ponce Deleon and old San Juan
Reminiscing through my past,leaving behind
Our companions never to be seen again
The fisherman of el Farro and Playa Santa
Putting our noses against the window
Of This flying machine
To see this brand-new world in its grandeur
I Dios mio,oh my god
a Cold blustery morning it was
We left the balmy Tradewinds in morning
As we exit the this flying Machine
And enter a new world
White flakes racing from out of nowhere
Hearing my uncle Pedro ,watch your step
Watch your step stopping every every few feet
Allowing the fluffs of white to enter my mouth
Flicking my tongue like el Coqui
In between chattering teeth
but a thought comes to mind
A sadness,accentuated by a harsh reality
A new way of life A new language
A brand new shiny culture
Our old home left behind and now a new land
Called Los Estados Unidos
The United States
mi Nuevo Mundo
Our new world
bless us all...
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