She is one of the women who found me before I did Her strength rooted in her culture Her resilience quilted into her children and grandchildren
She taught me how to sip scotch And drink life
I remember Cloth Mary Janes dangling While secrets floated in bubbles held still by whispers "Is it clear?" Laughter erupts years later, as we recount
Those times were effervescent Attractive to those who stood by and asked, "Can we join you?"
The Three Musketeers, we joked Heads bent over another bowl of guac Juana, Delores and Jenna
She always finds me. My phone rang last night And her voice asks cheerfully, "Ah, how's my girl?"
It's been years and only a breath And as usual, she inspires.