Poems, Platica y Paraisos
& maybe some ranting and raving
Monday, April 02, 2012
Décimas Para Las Almas Con Alas / Décimas For Souls With Wings
2 Juárez, where are our daughters?
Daughters are not disposable They are born free to two parents No, not no sale or for clearance Bloomed in beauty from the cradle But one day, when they are able Like all children they fly the nest Hoping they'll always do their best We worry, yet try and let go Loving them and letting them know We're for them until our last breath