Palm Sunday – March 21st 1937

I was not there
For thirteen minutes
I was not there

Nineteen & nineteen years old
Two separate households
Where a plot of pain would unfold

They preach that Yeshua would walk on palms & sing psalms with Jose y Maria
(The very Maria I called Ida)

But that did not happen.
Instead I -
A field medic –
Held a girl who’s last breath had passed

As I sought the strength to call my León
I unpacked my mother’s sewing kit

And started the work

200 holes later
I still am not done;