Blackened beads that have seen the world's own bones
Yet they still glow radiant warmth within
Upon her head, like raven's feathers sewn
Worn, satin skin yet toned with cinnamon
She speaks in tongue I cannot recognize
How I try but the barrier still stands
From Zacatecas, here she colonized
To be with family in a foreign land
"Te quiero mucho" is all we can say
But really that's all that needs to be said
We speak with embrace, there is no dismay
With love we tear the barrier to shreds
The unspoken words, they will never fade
Abuela and I speak the tongue we made
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