Tag: American sonnet for Spanish aunts

Aunts sewed their lives bare.Their needle, thread made rich dressesthey dare not wear,ironed straight all the creases of great rich white silky minds.The Gringos wore their handiwork without praise. Aunts dreamed their small dreams inSpanglish, Castilian, Rioplatense,the unknown languages of hope.They prayed and chanted as they cut, sewed and ironed.To watch them slave away is…