La Artistica Latina

Como agua para chocolate!

Her magic touch

So sensitive

Her heart was there to partake.

A masterpiece

On tapestry

Behold

Her works bedazzling

Illustrate

While in her space

Introverted, capturing

Images abstract

Like Frida Khalo

In a Henry Ford

Hospital

Self portraits

Like she felt as if

She's all alone

With every stroke

She birthed new life

Creative instinct

Genius type

A rarity

These days

Of trite

Her happiness

Permeate with light

Through any dark corridor

She stepped upon

I crept along

Enlightened me

Despite the hate

Encircling, encompassing

This vagabond, elusive

While i tune in to the music

She expressed to me

Was key

And steer clear of the foolish

Bleak

Wise matriarch

She mothered four

Age thirty one

She came from poor

She told me once

Her moms and sis, Angelica

From Mexico

Twenty years ago

To McAllen

South of Houston

That's eight hours

Right next to Brownsville

And an hour east

To Padre Island