NaPoWriMo Day 29 What Is My Name

Carolina

Carolina

Carolina de Cerrito

I wish I could be called by my

nombre verdad, my true name.

In Mexico I was called Carolina de Cerrito

In the US they call me Carol Hill

My parents brought me here when I was small

We came at night in the back of a truck

I dont remember, I was just told

Carolina now you are Carol,

this is a better place you will go to school

become a doctor, a nurse, a teacher.

Forget the mole y tamale, arroz con pollo,

los canciones.

I went to school and earned good grades

learned the Star Spangled Banner.

Now I want to study to be a teacher

but I can’t  because I came in a truck and can’t forget

the flavors, the songs or my true name.

Now I am called a Dreamer.

Ms Q asked us to change our name and say what this person wished for. I thought of this story because I am working on a fundraiser that will give part of the proceeds to an organization that helps young people who came here illegally as a child and can’t get an education because of their immigrant status. They are of course called “Dreamers.”

An Immigration of Turkeys

No wonder legend has it that Ben Franklin wanted the turkey to be the national bird. This guy is so beautiful!

No wonder legend has it that Ben Franklin wanted the turkey to be the national bird. This guy is so beautiful!

The local flock made there way through the neighborhood Sunday. We all went out to watch including a little boy who commented

“Look, Mom, the turkeys are immigrating!”

Interesting idea, I though, No they are the natives and most of the rest of us are immigrants!

Handsome couple out for a Sunday Stroll. Doing the Turkey Trot  perhaps.

Handsome couple out for a Sunday Stroll. Doing the Turkey Trot perhaps.

The flock stops at a bird feeder.

The flock stops at a bird feeder.

The youngsters are pretty smart they know to stay in the cross walk.

The youngsters are pretty smart they know to stay in the cross walk.

I’m back after a week down with the Mother of All Flus!