My Father Plays the Guitar

To everyone who has two flags

My Father Plays the Guitar

 

My father plays the guitar

He sings songs of his native homeland

They are songs that I do not know by heart

But I listen to them and I remember

Because they are my father's.

 

My father plays the guitar

He strums the guitar strings

In the cool calm of a gentle evening

Singing songs in Spanish

Of green oranges

And Guayaquil of his loves.

 

My father plays the guitar

Paying homage to his native homeland

He has two flags

And speaks two languages

He is American

But he is also Latino.

 

My father plays the guitar.

He sings songs of his native homeland

They are songs that I do not know by heart

But I listen to them and I remember

Because they are my father's.

 

 

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

No Latino here, but I love your poem.
This poem flows like the music of your Father,
the words sing, it is musical and it is smooth.
Great piece---please do more.
"Favorite !
----- Eagle Cruagh

[~Angelic~]

I really like this poem and it brought me back as well. Being half latina myself and my father latino, I completely relate to this.

Keep up the good work! Can't wait to read more of your work