Maria Flores knew only a beautiful life,
The flowered walls of her father’s Mexico estate
Sheltered her from the pallid faces and
Barrio clutter scattered about the village.
Maria knew the sweet taste of fresh cornbread
Peppered with green chiles grown in her garden;
She knew her papa’s laugh, his smile, his kind voice.
Maria knew many nice things, and such is a
Lucky childhood, to be the recipient
Of a great effort to protect innocence, her
Father’s aim to barricade her from incivility, and
Foster an environment of creativity and love.
Still, the world has a way of falling apart, if only
To be reborn with new vigor.
The entire village was stunned by the accusation,
Assuredly false, that Maria’s father was guilty, then
Sentenced to be hanged.
The tears flowed as though Thales of Miletus
Found the source of his watery archê in Maria.
Her papa was gone.
Her happy childhood abruptly ended. Yet,
Maria’s newly ashen heart was determined
To beat vibrant-red again someday.
She would live to make her papa proud, for
He taught her —
A beautiful life is a choice.
Originally published at desertidaho.com