From our very first trip to Tucson, we've enjoyed breakfast at The Little One, a cosy and quite eclectic cafe downtown. It's our favorite. This morning we introduced my cousin Joan to the place. Of course, Karen ( a return customer) joined us as did our daughter, Angela. The owner, Marcella, took our order and shared a bit of her family history with us. The basic message: we loved to cook and eat. Her father's family came from Sonora, Mexico and she's a mixture of basic European on her mother's side. The menu at the cafe reflects every part of her heritage, and her food never disappoints. It's a place, as we say, that makes life good, especially today.
Special Edition: Poem of the Day
PROMISES, PROMISES
“Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…”
At the border in Nogales,
Heather’s young daughter
took her eyes
off the brutally sharp
concertina wire
coiling itself
like a living threat
atop the bars of steel
separating them from Mexico.
“I’m scared, Mommy”,
the girl whimpered as she nuzzled
into her mother’s protective arms.
“Don’t worry, Honey.
No one will harm us here.”
But to herself,
eyes watering because of the dust
stirred up by the passing patrol vehicles,
Heather thought:
“Mother’s on the other side
cannot offer such assurance.
And it saddens me to see my country
render these other mothers unworthy.
And it shames me to see my country
deny these other mothers the very freedoms
we ourselves hold self-evident.
And it saddens me to see my country so
glaringly forsake its promise.
And it shames me to see my country build
walls instead of bridges to other mother’s dreams.”
When her tears dried, Heather looked beyond the bars of steel
and prayed that someday other mothers
would live…
in a place beyond shame,
in a place beyond sadness,
in a place of justice for all.
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