Dime Mami (Poem by me for my mother, written Oct. 2008)

Dime, Mami mia. Dime de sus desenganos y de su alegria. Dime de cuando se rompio su corazon por la primera vez, la segunda vez, todas las veces. Y dime de cuando sintio un amor completo, puro, sin dolor. Dime

Me (circa 1973 in the Bronx – by the record player, of course)

12 (or more) Questions for the Soul

(not sure where this came from but I liked it) Who am I?  How do I think of myself?  What are my strengths and weaknesses? Who do I want to be? Why am I here?  Why am I important?  What

Missing Her (Written 11-19-11)

Sometimes I miss my mother so much that I can’t hold back the tears.  Just a little while ago, I went for a walk in my neighborhood and, without realizing it, I was crossing toward the building where she last