Monday, October 7, 2013

Day 7 - OctPoWriMo 2013: Evolution





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

6 comments:

  1. "She falters into womanhood" I love how you phrased that, unusual but very very true.

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  2. I 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.

    I wonder what a Reboso is?

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    1. 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

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  3. When I was teaching, I loved to hear my Hispanic girls sharing about their quinceaƱeras. Their smiles and excitement were contagious! Lovely images that you've captured here.

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    1. Amy, 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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