Women standing
drawn in their dailiness
the steam from the iron
flowing towards the horizon
Women of the family
faces stiffened into an inherited
sweetness in the portrait
where the artist paces
painting the calm water of their eyes
eyes of the maiden
or the silent mother
blessed by the sound of white sheets
flapping in the emptiness of a sharp breeze.
Women fixed forever by a wise eye
as wise as their hands that invent a happiness
that life itself would deny them.
~ from Review: Literature and Arts of the Americas, Issue 81,
Vol. 43, No. 2, 2010, 183-185
