This past week I have been reflecting on people I will miss
most as I begin to say goodbye, especially in Las Nubes. One of the first women
who came to mind was a lady by the name of Niña Tancho.
Niña is a stout woman in her 70's who seems to have succumbed
to gravity. She stands no taller than 4
foot tall. She used to have this huge bottom tooth that
separated her smile and stood as a glorious obelisque behind her lips.
She does this thing every time we enter her house where she
stands in the entrance way of her house with her hands on her hips, slowly
eating some tortilla, and will only speak to Hector until he hears and responds
to whatever may be ailing her that day. She won't even look at us until this
ritual occurs. After all this is said and done she lifts her head and takes in
her surroundings. She makes eye contact with each of us. There's always an
awkward pause that seems to a small eternity. Then with a sudden rush of
energy she smiles her toothless grin and opens her arms, exclaiming "Toñito!,
Margarita! Maria!
Her embrace is always so warm and genuine. I look forward to
them every week.
In light of her pre-hug theatrics I wrote a poem about this
incredible woman. It doesn't do her personality justice but I thought I'd share.
Niña Tancho
Why are you so angry?
With us?
Don’t you know? We love you
Is it your son?
Your relationship so seemingly broken
You cry to see it repaired.
Is it your age?
Weathered by the years
By the long walks, barefoot, down the volcano’s slope
By the black choking smoke that engulfs you
As you shape, so expertly, a tortilla for your daughter.
Snow whitened hair flowing down your sun beaten skin
Like leather.
Wrinkles transverse your tired face
Everyone knows when you cry and when you laugh.
Maybe it’s your sole tooth
That solitary obelisk in the center of your smile
Now lost and gone forever.
Why are you so angry?
Niña
I will never claim to know why
The sadness goes beyond the clear waterfall walls of you
eyes
I will travel as far as you will guide me
And hold your hand as long as you let me
But stop for just a moment
Allow me to enjoy simply being in your presence.
Showered in your humanity
Right before my eyes
I don’t think I’ve ever seen God this clearly
God, Smiling.
Much Love,
Toñito
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