by Susy Rodriguez
I am from mornings smelling like roses in spring.
I am from the loud crowing of a rooster in the mornings, the silent trees in the evenings, and the illuminated, calm skies at night.
I am from the nice, warm breeze in the summer and in the winter.
I am from a place where autumn does not always mean leaves falling or spring means flowers growing.
I am from a place where death does not mean the end, and birth does not mean the beginning.
I am from a place where Santa Claus does not come in December, but the three kings come in January.
I am from a place where souls can be full of dreams and a list of goals can be as long as a river, but reality can be as cruel as the desert.
I am from beliefs and values that are the most memorable and respectful ways to engage with others.
I am from greetings, solidarity, and union floating in the air.
I am from a place where I go back every time I need to remember who I am and where I go.
