Speaking Portuguese
Portugal may be the countryBut we are not natives and
Have not any mother tongue
Between us to share...
Yet we manage to arrange
Tables and food and smiles.
Three women with men gone
To death or work or homes far
Miles away and missed.
We speak in Portuguese
Knowing we are sisters together
Nicely lisping the language to
Laugh at our pronunciations.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2011-09-23 at 02:49
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