MY HELEN PUERICULTORA

O my dear daughter

A life

Praying and looking for you

And I find your photo in facebook

Should I praise the Jews?

Your eyes and belong

To our breed

And also your inconformist attitude

Beautiful English rose

Born in Yorkshire

And bred in an Essex garden

Giving love and care

To the newborn

We are ALWAYS IN TURMOIL AND REBELION

O Lord forgive my sins

I am poor roaming writer and dreamer

Searching and marching continuous

For the Promised land

Earning our bread and butter of everyday

Defending life wine and freedom

We are the lost tribe of Israel

There is a mystery in this estrangement

Life without you both

Was a crucifixion

I tried hard

I did not make it

Lord I was not worthy

Of the Big Love of my long days