My love for POETRY started in Santurce, PR, Mother's Day 1950 at age 10. It's never waned. Our mom, Luz, had gone to NYC to make a place for my brothers and me and had left us in the good, safe, loving care of our grandmother Dolores and family until she could send for us. I had come across a poem called METAMORFOSIS and, without telling anyone, decided to read it to our congregation at IGLESIA DEL CALVARIO. Painfully missing her, I cried as I read, recalling how she'd sit on our porch in PR rapturously declaiming her beloved poems to anyone who cared to listen. She's gone but her love and passion flourish within and from us. Te amo, mamita.
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