Chicano Poet

Sunday, May 09, 2010

A Mother’s Resurrection

I start across the bridge
the rickety old bridge

which crosses Geronimo Creek
and leads to the cemetery

overgrown by weeds
where my mother has lain

for fifty years now
waiting patiently to be reborn

waiting for the wind to pick up
and the clouds to gather

the fresh spring rain to fall
upon her face

announcing that it’s time to get up
and live again.


At 3:28 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Such love, Reyes.
Your poems about your mom touch my heart every time.


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