Saturday, April 10, 2010

A Birthday Poem for my Tia Lola

Wife, sister, friend and hija
Mother, grandmother, and my Dear Madrina
It's a pleasure to be
in your fold


Since I was a child
I think of your smile
Beautiful then and still lovely at
80 years old


You cook chile rojo
Y frijoles sabrosos
Causing noisy, fragrant effects
I am told


Your well deserved reputation
In this great Peña nation
Rolling Thunder, so big
and so bold


So many lives touched
Loved by many so much
But there's something that's still 
left untold


So now I bring you to task
Because I just have to ask
i¿Why in the hell you chose this...
name Arnold?!