grandparents gone to the other side
the only way home is through the mind’s eye.
Cross over the fence to geraniums and limes
climb wooden steps into light
walk into laps always inviting
sip OJ and coffee while they're busy lighting
Winston’s and Cigarillos to start their day
grandpa makes eggs and toast to keep hunger away
No memories of mother she’s gone, father’s asleep
from working all night just to make ends meet.
So young feet dangle in their seat.
Full of love and food jump down to go home
flip on PBS read with the clowns and gnomes
lay quietly in the closet-bed where you sleep
count the baby dolls that line the wall to keep
one eye in dream land one eye awake
waiting for the moment to say
“Good morning daddy, look what I can do.”
flip on PBS read with the clowns and gnomes
lay quietly in the closet-bed where you sleep
count the baby dolls that line the wall to keep
one eye in dream land one eye awake
waiting for the moment to say
“Good morning daddy, look what I can do.”
Rise and shine to ride on the engine block
big green van lumbers on the 405 to the 10, traffic locked
all the way deep into the barrio full of color and despair.
Scent of citrus and roses hangs in the air,
chain link fence hides a magic land
brick colored concrete steps lead to a wrought iron gate
like a castle the windows and doors are barred from fate
step over the threshold and be home.
big green van lumbers on the 405 to the 10, traffic locked
all the way deep into the barrio full of color and despair.
Scent of citrus and roses hangs in the air,
chain link fence hides a magic land
brick colored concrete steps lead to a wrought iron gate
like a castle the windows and doors are barred from fate
step over the threshold and be home.
Nostrils wide, head is a love filled dome
smell the pine-sol and chile as it wafts through the air
feel the crackle of plastic underfoot, bare
follow it like a trail home
cocina bright with bleached white tiles, table scrubbed
inviting to eat.
And love comes to feed in the shape of abuelita so sweet
soft as powder, smacking cinnamon gum, enveloping with hugs
until you’re so full, all done.
smell the pine-sol and chile as it wafts through the air
feel the crackle of plastic underfoot, bare
follow it like a trail home
cocina bright with bleached white tiles, table scrubbed
inviting to eat.
And love comes to feed in the shape of abuelita so sweet
soft as powder, smacking cinnamon gum, enveloping with hugs
until you’re so full, all done.
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