a true Caco women,
a wingless butterfly
who flew to New York without her skin.
She who once stood under a flaming red tree
stepped back and let go of me.
She lost her father,
Eventually even the rainbows disappeared.
She came back to find me,
but I wasn't lost.
I came back myself
because she was my long-lost mother
who once spoke in silent voices,
but screamed at night.
I saved her every night
during her fight to take flight.
She no longer wanted to be a wingless butterfly
and neither did I.
It is the vivid eyes of one's memory
that gives them breath
to breathe freedom
and be the Queen of thier Kingdom.