Los Donas

The old mothers that gave birth
to all without exception…
Christ, Buddha Hitler and
everyone in between…
walking the streets wrinkled
and shrunken, love for their children
and their childrens’ children carve
permanent faint smiles into their faces….
they carry a living ancientness of the
meaning of life written into their bodies,
their bony hands and sagging breasts,
the aprons they wear as if to say
they can do another day.