Angel in Mexico

Angel in Mexico

An emaciated woman in a Mexican daze
Carries a baby in arms still strong
Enough to love this child she bears

Wife’s bodhisattva halo embraces the nativity
of a Mesoamerican Madonna holding her baby
in a circle of love.

Beatified in luminescence
Ascetic body lost to hunger
Golden daughter of creation whose son shines
Like the gold-leafed pages
In her book of divine love
His nursery rhyme eyes
Are a shanty-town of tears
My Spanish doesn’t cover her “Leche, leche”
But my wife puts into English
This lady’s plea for milk for her infant
My beloved’s maternal love eternal

Wife fears men wearing sombreros
Will come to steal her soul
But her nature
When in stress is to nurture.
Her smile opens up like the sun
Through the clouds
My beloved parts with God’s money
To nourish the hunger that knows no end
Like a heavenly nurse from above
She kisses their earthen faces
Under the light of a thousand suns