Sent to his room, as if it could contain him
He grabbed a crayon and jumped out the window
Then his fun would begin
He colored on the side of our ugly, old stationwagon
Our mother was rushing
Out the back door, fixin to be late for work
He heard her coming
Trying not to get caught
He slid himself behind the back wheel
Oblivious to his location
She put the car in reverse, backing over him
Pulling back over
Pulling and backing in confusion
Because why was there such bump
in the sand?
When she went to investigate,
to her shock and horror
There lie her own 3 year old child
Who jumped up, "Mommy! Mommy! I'm fine!"
She scooped him up to take him to the hospital
That's when our sister and I
got sent across the street
to Gloria's house
She took good care of us
for God only knows how long
and she fed us Cuban rice and beans
and some things I can't remember
Her house smelled like a heavenly feast
and that's the day I fell in love
with rice and beans
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