I am from old adobe houses.
From sticky, crumby floors.
And wet dish towels
I am from duck and chicken keepers,
cow and horse feeders,
TV and board games.
I am from the tall hay grass
And bright orange daylilies
The wonderful smelling juniper trees
Whose long-gone limbs
I remember as if they were my own.
I am from long family strategy game nights
And ridiculous jokes.
From Gonzales & Mitchell.
I’m from tree climbing and skinned knees
o98i``` From fun flashing movie nights
And the quiet beauty of hiking the Pelota together
Whose long gone-limbs
I remember as if they were my own.
I’m from “Don’t forget to feed the ducks!”
And “Felicies, lifes not fair.”
And “What did you learn today Ana?”
I’m from Placita, New Mexico
I’m from home grown beef
And thick corn gorditas
And lots of fresh eggs from our chickens.
From our cozy house that was built
By my great grandfather Abran Gonzales
Whose long gone-limbs I remember as if they were my own.
