Thursday, July 12, 2012

Chavita on His Eighth Birthday


When I was eight
Someone also gave me a bicycle for my birthday
It was my grandfather
He made it from the parts of old bicycles
And painted it so it looked like new
I lived on a farm
And I rode it everywhere
By then, I had already experienced
Some big disappointments and betrayals in life
It was my vehicle of escape
I would ride it for miles
In every direction
Sometimes, I would ride for hours
Forgetting what time it was
And come home late for dinner
And my mother would be angry
Now, your mother scolds me
When I am late for comida
And I love her for it
You are very lucky to have such a mother
Your parents love you and have protected you from harm
I rode my bicycle so far
Until I came to
Barra de Navidad
I hope you never need to escape this place


— Russell Rosander


From Kinsberg, CA Russell Rosander is an artist and poet living in the Costalegre of Mexico. His works were featured in "The Art Show" at the Louisiana Museum of Art in Humlebaek, Denmark and elsewhere. Russell is a co-founder of the Bar None Group and a contributor of poetry and art to Bar None where Chavita on His Eighth Birthday first appeared.