I knew a woman once
Who sewed her worries in her skin
And clenched the years of her life in her fist
She taught me that matches
Weren’t the only way to burn away
The mistakes I’ve made
She told me that all is vanity under the atmosphere
And money is ash in our hands
Impressions are a meaningless effort
And relationships are just a ball of snow
Rolling down a hill
I knew this woman wasn’t afraid of the world
She salted her food with gun powder
And branded her thoughts
With her own bare hands…
You see, this woman was the
Twisting, turning, time gears
In the clock work that was a legend
Never stopping, never changing…
She was the roots to a family
That could never really figure it out
And I figured she’d save us someday
But I’ll never forget the smell
Of homemade tortillas wafting
From her kitchen window
I’ll never forget the way her being moved
Shaking the ground with her pride
I’ll never forget the lightning whip burn
On my thigh from her thunderous belt
When I touched the black and white moments
On her dusty old dresser
I will never forget that she was
The great grandmother of my future
Leonarda Mondragon,
Yo te recuerdo para siempre
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