She had soft brown skin
Her hair flowed the length of her backside
Her dresses were always those of the "jibaras"
Always having that look of innocence
Never a foul word come from her tongue
Living the simple life of a "campesina"
Thoughts of her bring me joy
Thoughts of her remind me of her hugs
Remind me of childhood travels to her "casita"
From the concrete jungle to the mountainside
I smile, having so many sweet memories
She was my 'Taina'...India...abuelita.
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A wonderful tribute.
ReplyDeleteWarm and lovely.
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