Abuela; *

She pushes her cart slowly

I hear the tinkling bells.

Sweet oranges, peanuts and spindly herbs is all she has to sell.

I reach into my pocket for peso’s hiding there

carefully select my purchase as if it’s made of gold.

Abuela thanks me kindly and continues down the road.


*Abuela / Grandmother

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