Linda Rondstadt recorded
the songs of the heart of
her homeland-
that of her fathers.
Tu Solo Tu was sung
by my great-
grandmother, too.
She sang it on her hands and knees
as she scrubbed the kitchen floor.
A song for one she loved,
a kiss.
Does Besame Mucho
wait for me, another song perhaps?
Will the songs of my inheritance
come true at last?
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