Poems on Spain: Two Cups

You said
how these coffee stains
resembled the Grand Canyon
each time you drank
you printed a smile
you had fun
creating a lady
I looked at mine
a gentle

At the Fundació Joan Miró
we had tuna sandwich
then croissant
I just wonder
would you prefer the legend
of Christian's victory
to Marie Antoinette
her obsession of flakier kipferi
a feat of Austrian origin
where both of them belong

We climbed Mount Montjuïc
we passed the fountain of magic
no light show
no waterfall
You smelled a cat cafe
a mouse was at its claw
arriving at the museum
we met Personage at the door
the Majesties of
King, Queen and the Prince
a Girl with a red hand wheel Escaping
the Solar bird
a Pair of lovers playing
with almond blossoms
and the head of a woman
with a big mouth singing

As a child
you liked Kandinsky
you drew like Picasso
you made clay
like Miró
I still wear your childhood's apron
I keep all faxes and letters
you a little girl
tears rolling down
like two ropes of a swing
me my ice-cream cone wooing
from eight thousand miles away
you said you always hated Christmas
hated spending all the holidays
when parents busily traveling
alone at home
you felt like
leftover in the tray

I still have problem expressing
I thought you don't mind
but never trust presuming
this one I've just learned
let me tell you then
before your coming
a brave mother was I
never signed nor moaning
never screamed nor cry
I bore the pain silently
embracing my life's great gift
with all my wilful mind

then you came
this gorgeous little being
I was flooded with so much love
the agony became so mild
I felt
every baby my baby
every child my child

Published on Feb 23, 2018
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