Como agua para chocolate! Her magic touch
So sensitive
Her heart was there to partake.
A masterpiece
On tapestry
Behold
Her works bedazzling
Illustrate
While in her space
Introverted, capturing
Images abstract
Like Frida Khalo
In a Henry Ford
Hospital
Self portraits
Like she felt as if
She's all alone
With every stroke
She birthed new life
Creative instinct
Genius type
A rarity
These days
Of trite
Her happiness
Permeate with light
Through any dark corridor
She stepped upon
I crept along
Enlightened me
Despite the hate
Encircling, encompassing
This vagabond, elusive
While i tune in to the music
She expressed to me
Was key
And steer clear of the foolish
Bleak
Wise matriarch
She mothered four
Age thirty one
She came from poor
She told me once
Her moms and sis, Angelica
From Mexico
Twenty years ago
To McAllen
South of Houston
That's eight hours
Right next to Brownsville
And an hour east
To Padre Island