Then I Am With Mother

A poem about my home, my one true haven. Mexico's sunshine and warmth and laughter and music will always beckon me, and I'll always return home when the time comes.

I walk along the cobblestone floors.

Beneath my feet

I can feel where my ancestors have walked before me.

The heat from their body still lasts

Because at a time they could not afford shoes.

It's increasingly unbearable

Yet as sweet as the nectar my cousin's and I drink from a fresh guava

Before my grandmother calls for breakfast.

But a bright light hits my weary eyes,

And I am back.

This isn't my home.

Where is the music called laughter

The beckons lost souls?

I am a lost soul, I reckon.

Lost in a sea of obliviousness.

But I can be found,

All of me,

When the colours of green and red and gold are seen.

If I am not found,

Then I am with Mother.

Her brilliant warmth protecting me and my brothers.

A pink child

That is me

Watches over her.

Because a Mother's love is precious,

And should be protected by those she gives it to.