In Memory of—abuela’s cocina

I came from mixed parents; my mother is of Mexican-American decent; my grandmother often told me, we are Mexican by heritage and American by choice. My foundest memories will always be in the kitchen of my grandmother. The warm,tender, loving hands, that guided me through life and made me who I am today. My grandparents are very responsible for my strength and most of all for my love for God. They instilled in me some very strong morals and ethics and taught me abut loving your neighbor and how when you do this you are showing your love for God. I learned many wonderful lessons in la cocina of my abuela she was a wonderful woman with great insight and wisdom. I wanted so much to be just like her in so many ways! Gracias abuela mia, gracias, per todo--

This is only one poem I dedicate to her:

To Soledad Maria Baird Fresquez The queen of my heart... She was more than my grandmother to me and to my siblings, she was our mother.

In memory of—

Tortillas hot with melted butter

Making tamales in an assemble line…

Dripping chili through your fingers

as you bite a fully packed

drenched burrito

abuela’s cocina

Chocolate’ e pan de huevo

On those special occations…

Menudo hot and spicy

Just a tuch of lime for zip!

Quiet moments, alone

abuela’s cocina

Immigrants, who came

To give life to generations…

Such love, devotion,

Faith in God They taught me—

He is the ultimate reason

I was in…

abuela’s cocina