Whenever I would return home to El Paso, I knew that as we reached sight of the Franklin Mountains that I'd soon see my mother and hear her voice--and that, more than anything, signified home to me. The morning after she had died and one of my sisters and I were driving to meet our other sisters to finalize funeral arrangements, I looked up at the mountains placed against the clear blue sky and had this thought,

"For Mammy"

When next I come back to this place,

I'll not see my mother's 'girney' face.

Of those who knew her, all could say,

"Mary...she was such a twinkle!"

by Margarita Vallazza (All rights reserved) 1993




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