MAMAMA by MARI SANTA CRUZ

low sugar draining
her cryptic stare a quiet
slumber swallows her

face drooping over
half eaten rice and beans lips
parting warmth needing

air grandpa slides the
window open dripping soured
unease wind unveils

my fate tenderly
a prophecy rooted in
her silence you will

remember the taste
of mangoes but not the sight
of the mango tree

 


Mari Santa Cruz is a bilingual Peruvian writer currently based in Lima, Peru. Her poems have appeared in Yes Poetry and she is also a co-founder of La Liga Zine (September 2015). You can find her on twitter: @msantc3

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