The hearth is warmer when
Grandmother tells the stories of her childhood,
when her brother fell while climbing a tree
and she cured him with the knowledge of her past lives
when she was a witch that knew all about medicinal plants.
The taste of her hot chocolate has no match.
Sugar, cocoa, and milk mixed together with the strength of a storm,
like the one she summoned over the peak of an ancient mountain
to obliterate the enemy armies whose spears, chains, and cages
would never be known by the children of her people.
The family gathers about with mugs between their hands,
the sweet potion’s magic is on the work, and they forget for a moment
about toil, time, sorrow, and other monsters
while their hearts, bursting with joy, hum melodies
about home, dreams and love.
About the Creator
Aaron Cortés
Mexico-based Writer.
English and Spanish.
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Instagram: @arawen.cortes
Twitter: @arawen_cortes
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