Today's poem was inspired by my observations of the traditionally-prescribed life for young girls in Mexico.
Evolution
Rebozo-wrapped
cheek pressed to
spine
the babe breathes in
her mother’s scent
comforted
safe
secure
she rests in peaceful
slumber
Be-ribboned pigtails
swing while skipping
the girl holds her
mother’s hand
comforted
safe
secure
she dances through
carefree days
A formal dress
drapes and flows
around her
the teen grasps her
companion’s arm
awkward
nervous
insecure
she falters into
womanhood
"She falters into womanhood" I love how you phrased that, unusual but very very true.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Anna. xoA
DeleteI appreciate how you tied "the costume of the age" with each stanza. Our dress says so much and I know, for my daughters especially, what they where at what time is so important. Sometimes I think I could pay more attention to such things.
ReplyDeleteI wonder what a Reboso is?
Thanks, Julie. Because of you, I got to correct my spelling. It's rebozo. And, thanks, too, for asking; it's a flat and wide length of cloth that women use as a scarf, a head wrap, or a wrap to hold and carry their infants close to them. Sort of like a pashmina. xoA
DeleteWhen I was teaching, I loved to hear my Hispanic girls sharing about their quinceañeras. Their smiles and excitement were contagious! Lovely images that you've captured here.
ReplyDeleteAmy, I appreciate your taking time to write. This last time we were in San Miguel de Allende, we saw some beautiful young people dressed for a quinceanera standing outside a church. Their happiness was contagious, and they kindly let us photograph them. xoA
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