Texan Sonnet

by S.G. Huerta, on resilience

And here I sing the only song I know,

let the sky swallow my verse, then send

each word back louder wherever I go–

song of resilience, song with no end.

I first learned it in my mother’s classroom,

two languages and the poder words wield,

sang it to the roses always in bloom

outside mi Welita’s house in Love Field.

Sometimes it becomes a duet between

mis hermanos, armonía after

weeks of missed practice. Dad watches the scene

from beyond, grief making way for laughter.

I’m singing this song wherever I go,

planting seeds for el futuro to grow.