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written by: Maria J. Estrada



I will write my house out of poems
Dream of brick and mortar dwelling

Perhaps, one with a smiling fireplace, a yard for a
Mulberry tree
Like limericks I used to read

There will be a warm cat slumbering
On the expansive sunny porch

An attic for love memories

A kitchen for fresh bread
To feed others

Warm cakes
To share with children

On lazy Sundays

Maria J. Estrada

Maria J. Estrada

MARIA J. ESTRADA grew up in the desert outside of Yuma, Arizona, in a barrio comprised of new Mexican immigrants and first-generation Chicanos. She has published poetry, fiction, and essays in Overthrowing Capitalism: Volume 6, One Surviving Poem, Poetica, Tempest, Blaze, Spillwords Press, Dastaan World Magazine, and The Inner Circle Writers’ Magazine. She lives in Chicago, IL. You can learn more about her other books and writing happenings at her website: Barrio Blues and Other Totally True Stories.
Maria J. Estrada

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