Sandra Cisneros

wonder if she made the best with what she got or was she sorry because she couldn't be all the things she wanted to be.

I wonder if she made the best with what she got or was she sorry because she couldn't be all the things she wanted to be.

I wonder if she made the best with what she got or was she sorry because she couldn't be all the things she wanted to be. Esperanza

But my mother's hair, my mother's hair, like little rosettes, like little candy circles all curly and pretty because she pinned it in pincurls all day, sweet to put your nose into when she is holding you, holding you and you feel safe, is the warm smell of bread before you bake it, is the smell when she makes room for you on her side of the bed still warm with her skin, and you sleep near her, the rain outside falling and Papa snoring.

All night the boy who is a man watches me dance. He watched me dance.