Secret Story of Love

So many beautiful people have

walked through my life, and vanished...

Only to reappeared in my stories, my memories, my day dreams.

I am old with a weight of

remembering.

I will go alone when I die, happily into a new unknown,

but alone,

saving only a secret note that I will hide in my shoe

to remind me of a few things that I must remember,

As

my childhood family of nine around an oval country table

three times…

Secret Story of Love

So many beautiful people have

walked through my life, and vanished...

Only to reappeared in my stories, my memories, my day dreams.

I am old with a weight of

remembering.

I will go alone when I die, happily into a new unknown,

but alone,

saving only a secret note that I will hide in my shoe

to remind…

My mother and father

poured out their lives caring for us.

Long after we did not see them anymore,

this caring became our own smiles

that we pass on to our children,

to our students, friends,

to strangers

My parents got their caring power

from distant people

whose names I never knew

in faded unsmiling photos.

My mother's kiss is from a thousand mothers

and the shade of my father's tree is a great forest.

A lady who serves my…

     Living in Mexico                

     When we arrived at “our farm.” three Adventist children that we know well came over, as they always do, to watch us. We are strange people from the outside world. So…

Leaving Home Long ago a very young Blanca got up at 4 am in a deep Mexican countryside, boarded an ancient grandfather bus, waved goodbye to sad parents through grimy, cracked windows. This bus with a front nose whose hood must be raised occasionally for man/machine dialogues, followed winding rutted roads up, up, up bump, sway. Sudden fog, then clear, then fog, tilting, jarring, dirt horse roads, rocks, cliffs, strange leaves larger than herself, sudden vistas hundreds of blue mountains,…