In another life she would have been an artist,
free & abstract.
She would wear a passion red fabric piece with the scent of
ruby mist flowing.
“¡Vamos a bailar!” Let’s go dance, she would say.
I am my mother’s eyes.
Anthony, eleventh grade, Del Valle Opportunity Center






May 22nd, 2009 at 8:30 am
This is a magnificent poem. Really moved me. Bravo!