Her Face a Treasure
Conchita’s face fills my doorway
like a dream I know.
A teacher mother come again.
The day before Navidad,
we share food
at one another’s homes.
We sit on cardboard, compañeras,
sharing guisado from her cookfire.
Then we walk to my casita,
for coffee and licuados.
A day of drawing closer, even though
we can barely comprehend
one another’s life. I don’t even know
which is her Mayan language.
Her Spanish is hard to understand.
But her presence, so strong,
feels familiar, calming. True.
Her unforgettable face in my doorway
bestows a treasure.
©Susa Silvermarie 2017
What great faces! And communion deeper than words.
How lovely and how lucky you are to be able to at least integrate a little, speaking Spanish. It would be fabulous to know more about her history and her kindred. Wishing you a fabulous, healthy 2018. I will come and see you after all the snow birds have gone back. I guess any time is a good time there, just like here. Winter temps here average 20 degrees and summer, perhaps 30. Lots of love, Joy xx
beautiful writing, Susa. Blessings on your new year.
love,
Patsy
I hope to meet Conchita this year! Beautiful piece, Susa.