Fallen Timber

Driving past forgotten houses
I remember from tree roots when
Life was bursting with family
Mariachi songs filled our bellies

Abuelita didn’t come to visit us 
Wisdom simply resided upstairs
Leaves whispering across the breeze
Decoding the immigrant speech

Then Grandma was sent away
She could only swear in Spanish
Sure that we had hidden her baby boy
Though the bough had broken long ago

Captured by an American disease
That called an institution home
Swinging from severed limbs
While screaming for her lost son

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