Flowers of the Desert

Like the flowers which bloom upon the desert floor,
they passed this way. Yearning to choose their destiny

while walking under the rays of a burning sun.

The heat, sears the soul of the faint hearted, but the

little flowers hold their own. While beating hearts call

out to one another in hope their dreams will come true.

The desert flowers, cry when one of their own has died,
alone, and unknown, parched lips praying up to an endless
sky, while others keep on moving, even in the dark of night.

Somewhere a Madrecita cries, “Where are you Mijo, are you
still alive?” “Where is Mija, God forbid the desert has taken

her for its bride!” All that is heard is the endless silence of

the deserts reply.

Once more the tears of a Madrecita fall upon the barren

earth, as small wooden crosses mark the spots where once

stood smiling faces and beating hearts.

Flowers of the Desert, symbolize the souls and memories

of the loved ones which still live within a - Madrecitas heart.


Written in remembrance of all the immigrants who have died
trying to reach the American dream.  

Frank Solis Copyright 2017
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