Blended Colors
I am from ranch signs
from China cabinets and antique chairs
I am from the roses in our front yard
(beautifu, elegant
it felt like Satin).
I am from the Esperanza flowers,
the leaves of Quakie trees
whose leaves rattle as if they were talking to one another
I am from Midnight Masses and long noses
from Mary Lea and Socorro.
From the ealy-risers
and the never-stoppers.
I am from One. Two. Or the shoe and
Live.Learn. And serve
I am from sit, stand, an kneel
Hand-holding in the Our Father
and giving peace tur neigbor.
I am from the mix of the melting pot
fresh tortillas and Rhubarb pie.
From the nose my father broke
to the hobbled cow.
The finger my grandfather forgot to move.
Inside a dusted bookcase was an old album
occupied by good memories and bad ones,
a mix of photos
to make one image
I am from a multitude of colors-
blended together to make on picture.