She sits there in the cold
A hooded head
Hair face a wrinkled map
Missing her teeth
She is far from dead
She sits there in the cold
Her tiny frame
Trying to be bold
And she has no one to hold
She sits there in the cold
Her aged eyes
Tell you no lies
Her soul she never sold
She sits there in the cold
Folding her fragile hands
In the folds of her coat
Her life story is hidden in the sands
-EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2012
I am so happy that now the editing phase of my new book is done! WHEW! It was not nearly as terrible as my sometimes exaggerating mind had made it out to be. In fact, I GREW from working with an editor! Thank you Amber Losson from Tate Publishing company for helping me to sharpen my writing and polish up the content 🙂
I am going to start posting some of the poems I cut out from Salsa! The Taste of Life. They didn’t make it into the first volume of this book because it would have made the book to long and more difficult to market. Yes, you read correctly, this is a first volume of I what I hope will be more in the future. I will keep you updated on the progress of my book!
HAIR!
Hair is everywhere.
It’s neither here nor there.
Those who have none, or very little, say,
“Hey! That’s not fair!”
Those who have too much say,
“Hey! I feel like such a bear.”
The curly heads cry,
“Wish mine was twig straight.”
The twig straight reply,
“Why can’t we have spirals?”
It’s all such a terrible bore,
when you have hair galore.
We all go on and on
about a bunch of dead cells.
We spend millions of dollars
on all manner of fancy hair products,
that never quite deliver
their sales pitch promise.
But there is one thing to be said about hair,
the more you treat it and tease it,
one day you’ll wake up to find,
your head has become quite bare.
So be kind to your locks,
treat them with care!
-Eva Santiago copyright 2012
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