She places her half eaten guava on the table
with a knife, she starts to slice the bananas,
into the bowl of sweetened coconut milk,
when she hears the music booming in the streets
Putting down her apron, she stands up to peer
through the gates, where drums and dancers beat to the hot sun
Banners and stilts proclaim the festival of the mother moon
Running to her closet, she unwraps the headdress and red clothes
In the mirror, she sees a butterfly, gliding and swaying in the air
With a smile, she goes out into the crowd, clapping her hands
Twirling her arms to the rhythmic beat of native song,
She forgets the meal, the strings of duties that engulf her day
Specially on this day
Happy Mother's Day ~
