It’d only been one week away from my kids.

My guts ached with longing for them.

Tia Belinda promised to bring me to Frank’s

if Momma could bring the children from Houston.

The half-way point

between Houston and San Antonio.

Momma and Tia Belinda split a giant cinnamon roll;

remembering their sisterhood.

The middle of me unclenched while holding the hands of my children.

~~~   ***   ~~~

A postcard poem by Viktoria Valenzuela

8-25-11

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