Madre Hermosa

La Criolla Del Manton By Saturnino Herran 

Rustic woman with Aztec legs

Thick rooted bones hold firm

Against the dusted ground;

Warrior woman,

Sturdy woman,

Adobe queen,

The one with the brick colored skin

Coated in soft clay,

Who embraces cosmic children

With her sun painted spirit.

Dream catching woman,

She chases the wind and

Catches it with her whispered tongue.

You are gold and yellow corn crops

With the smile of a thousand buttered cobs,

The warmth of its husked maize.

You are the rhythm of drums,

The harmony of plucked strings;

Your spiced veins race into bodies of melodic waves.

You are ancient civilizations,

The road that leads to

Cloudless skies painted blue,

And clean air seasoned with Dahlias and

Marigolds.

Teach me to be 

Rustic woman,

Warrior woman,

Sturdy woman, 

Adobe queen,

Mi Madre Hermosa