Thursday, May 19, 2011

Praise for the Tortilla


Your roots run deep,
hundreds of years deep.
You kept us strong,
growing like the mala yerba,
mighty and fearless.
You give us the strength to fight till the end,
y con muchas ganas.
Round like the sun you bring warmth to our bellies, 
nourishment to our souls and a sense of pride.
Your brown clouds resemble my folks and your patterns my life.
Your wisdom has taught me what I know and helped me bloom into what I have become.


PHWDGoddess said...

Your poem made me smile this morning. Very nice! I have yet to taste a tortilla like the one's my abuelita used to make. May she rest in peace.

Elisa said...

I love the post/poem. I can't survive without tortillas!

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