Chicano Poet

Wednesday, October 25, 2006




For Lilly

The new granddaughter’s home.
Years have begun to pile up
like stones from Mexican pyramids,

moved by wind and sun.
Don’t let the damn Spaniards
of my gray hair hurry anymore,

don’t let that stinking Stephen F. Austin
of my arthritic age
advance beyond Texas,

don’t let a fat, Spanish-speaking only
Sam Houston hide like a janitor in the Alamo
of my future dust.

The new granddaughter’s home
and sunstones crushed by Olmec heads
blind me with tears of joy.

11 Comments:

At 7:46 PM, Blogger Sheryl said...

She's so cute! Congrats Reyes!

 
At 8:10 PM, Blogger Emmy said...

This is beautiful:

"The new granddaughter’s home
& sunstones crushed by Olmec heads
blind me with tears of joy."

 
At 8:53 PM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks a lot,Sheryl and Emmy.

 
At 1:32 AM, Anonymous Ivan Carswell said...

Lily, your grandfather is a very erudite man. Listen to him carefully when he speaks of your beautiful heritage. He is so proud.

Congratulations to you all Reyes,

Ivan

 
At 4:02 PM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,Ivan.

 
At 5:56 PM, Blogger chris said...

so wonderful, Reyes!! congrats to all.

woo hoo!!!!

bless you, your beautiful family, all the love.

:)

chris murray

 
At 9:56 PM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,Chris.And hope you had a Happy Birthday.

 
At 10:08 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

She's a doll, Reyes! Congrats to you, Nancy, and the family.
Becky

 
At 4:12 PM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,Becky.

 
At 1:14 PM, Anonymous Robert said...

Que linda. Congratulations.

 
At 7:59 PM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,Robert.

 

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