Late at night, she sits outside her house,
in her rocking chair,
waiting patiently for me to arrive.
Once I step into her kitchen,
the smell of tacos, pozole, and tortillas
fills my nostrils
and when the food is finally done,
everyone gathers around the table,
but we must squeeze in,
for our family is very, very big.
Then, late at night, she always stays up late
to make some tamales.
She mixes the flour, meat, and water
between her soft, wrinkly hands.
Early in the morning, she wakes everyone up
with the delicious aroma of her tamales.
Once everyone is up
and out of their beds,
we go devour those delicious, soft, scrumptious tamales
that make my mouth water
just thinking about them.
In the evening, after having dinner,
we all help her clean up,
and once we’re finished,
she gathers everyone out to the porch.
As we watch the sun set,
and hear the frogs ribbit,
and grasshoppers chirp,
we enjoy the comfort and company
my grandma give us.
by Rosario, 7th Grade
Click the link above to listen to the poem read on KPFT radio by Grant Cambon, a 7th grader at Johnston Middle School For the Performing and Visual Arts in Houston. The background music is “I Have A Dream” from Best Songs of Abba on Spanish Guitar, by The Harmony Group. Produced by Susan Phillips.
This poem is featured as part of the 2014 Poem A Day campaign, a National Poetry Month celebration by Writers in the Schools (WITS) that features a different poem by a WITS student every day during April. Click here to learn more.
Original post: February 7, 2014