What of My Mother, Elodia?
- Cathexis Northwest Press
- Oct 1, 2021
- 1 min read
By: Elodia Esperanza Benitez
Nettle cried down to Rock
And Rock later recalled to Beetle
Who visits us in our decay
What of our mother, Elodia?
Have she any words
For the little birds
Who still carry her song?
O’ Pale Earth
May I call upon our mother
Still longed for above?
May I ask
What say she
To those longing
Who still paint
In the colors of her days
Answered Pale Earth
The errand is in vain
Her bones rest
Her spirit carried away
On wind of night
Say instead
To look for her reply
In the air
That keeps little birds aloft
In the warmth of sun
In the firm weaving
Of a daughter’s braid
In the steam
Curling up from avena
Tell them to look no further
Than themselves
Who are the remnants
Of a heart long since
Dedicated to Earth
Elodia Esperanza Benitez is a Mexican American poet, born and raised in Gilroy,CA. She attended Mt.Madonna Cont. High School. She enjoys writing for and about her community.
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