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Amid the Village and the Fiesta,
The wind and
rain and raffling,
We went ‘Searching
for Dominga’
And pondered
issues rather baffling,
Such as:
Who are we? And Who am I?
And what are
we together?
Often times I
think I know,
Sometimes I’ve
no clue whatsoever
We’ve
talked of losses, played with food,
Slept well after
dances,
Delighted in
families that look like ours,
And maybe taken
chances
To wonder
aloud some secret thought
About our kids
or our place of birth;
Do I have what
it takes to parent?
What makes me
a person of worth?
We’re
reminded it’s more than blood that binds,
What we share
is deeper than skin;
And by exploring
where and who we came from
With greater
joy each day can begin.
We’ve
smashed piñatas, cooked and hiked,
Played in wind
and rain;
Talked about
feelings deep in our HeARTs,
Shared fun and
dreams and pain.
We’ve
stirred our special family stew,
Learned to how
to handle and avoid a crisis;
With luck we’ve
made a friend or two,
And sampled some
wondrous spices.
Departing
now, we take memories,
Our hearts have
grown in many ways,
And our spirits
glow with knowledge and promise
In the light of other days.
At Latin American Heritage Camp 2004
