Mana

When I was born you drove to see me
I was your great-grandchild
And I'm sure from the first moment that you saw me, that I had made you smile
My mother told me when my footprints where being taken you where shocked that they where black
And when you where kicked out of the room you said "I no speak Inglee" and snuck right back
Later on you would sew your floral granny robes, so that they where small enough for me and I could pose
There was always a dollar to be sneaked in my pocket that you told me to save for lunch
And when we looked out the window and saw a plane whiz by, we would raise up our arms and cry
Llevame a Puerto Rico!! and I wished that I could fly to where you came from
Where your husband had met you and together you had left to begin anew in New York
But you never went back...maybe I will go one day and think about you as a plane streaks across the sky
As the recollection of our memories together starts to make me cry
Rest in peace my adorable little angel, my great grandmother Manita. <3