Oda a la mujer y su hija

cuento and maybe poem of real people that are now long gone

South of Pescadero lies Todos Santos

A man, a woman and a child live under a tree

On the side of the road, a few miles to the Pacific.

He has squandered every peso earned from working

On the chili fields. Now they are on the run.

Living like this, the mosquitoes and bobos hum around his daughter - 

But anything is better than living like stinking donkeys

In a five-foot stall, breathing in the manure smell, 

The pesticides. Tomorrow night he will get high and

They will lose everything again.

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Very well written. You've captured this scene superbly.
Such a tragedy, and yet for some I'm sure this is a reality.

[Amaranta]

It was very real for people my parents knew around todos santos. Thank you for the review! Appreciate it! :)

[An owl on the moon]

You paint such a painful glimpse of life that lives beyond the edge of the colors. Their journey to simply exist, and this by the skin of their teeth. You made me see their lives like the passing of a day in the rising and falling of the sun.

[Amaranta]

Thank you so much!! These words mean a lot to me :^)

[An owl on the moon]

Appreciate you sharing your depth here with us. :)