my words, my riches

my words, will they fill this space

with a welcoming of someone’s eyes
not waste a second of someone’s breathe
if my words are read out loud

if I express my hearts softness

in a mellifluous tone of words will they
make me the wealthier for it
and maybe someone else’s heart

I read the words of chosen mentors, my muse

I fill my glass with the riches of the past
but more importantly with the ripeness
of the verve they lived and their love

when I pass into the next horizon

I will have, as my souls make up, a picture
of my favorite sky, my favorite tree,
the oceans roar, freedom of the osprey

as my spirit transcends into the unknown

it shall carry with it wisdom of my ancestry,
strength of my mother and her song,
the loves of my love and those who
loved me

like Tutankamun and Quezalcoatl buried with

their riches, mine will come with me
for I will have consumed them into my soul
and I’ll depart with the howling of the wolf
in the wind underneath the eagles wings

dia de madre

Mamasita J

 

a cardinal, a robin, a cowbird, a blue Jay,

a redwing black bird and a turtle dove

are orchestrating your song for today

they’re rehearsing mamasita’s lullaby

for mamasita day
 

they’re just outside my window

recalling your favorite tune

you know the one in the morning you’d sing

while the tiny rainbows glittered inside the dew
 

I vividly remember as a little child

with my hermanos and hermana

gathering, holding hands looking outside

the window as the day begins. you’d tell us

if one sings la cancion ‘esta mananita’

the morning the sun would rise joyously,

the birds would sing its welcome

and you were always right
 

so today, for you mamasita, with the

back up choir of robins and sparrows

and all their other amigos and even

some ground squirrels chiming in

i sing ‘esta mananita’ to celebrate and honor

you forwithout you my life would not be
 

con muchisimo amor, mamasita,

con los angelitos donde estas hoy

te mando mi coracon, todo mi amor
 

 

tu hijo, nene