Maria Rosa beckoned me in Spanish-
asking me where I was going.
She helped me find the answer.
As she talked with her neighbors
on the seats in front of her-
I understood her warmth, her caring.
I was so excited
to be on the bus with these women
from Mexico or somewhere else.
She made me smile, laugh at why
I doubt being Mexican is a part of me.
I found one.
One place where I was going.
Closer to home.
by Gisella Perezarce
Monday, January 21, 2008
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