wherefore, is the innocent spirit of my youth,
when i used to run fast and carefree and
my heart would flutter with love knowing at
at home were family, neighbors and friends
i would run bare feet through streets and parks
stop by a small creek, get on my knees and drink
from the stream, feel refreshed then run home
to the waft of mamasita’s tortillas
music filled the air, the space inside our casita,
mamsita was always singing and we would
join in, my five brothers, sister and i, to sing
along with talented harmony
yes, I miss the innocence of those days where
the truth of the heart superseded the struggle,
the strife, the anguish and pain of sorrow when
having little to eat, yet we had each other
