By Jennifer Prado
Her skin never wrinkled
And I used to wonder why
Her skin never wrinkled
As every year passed by
Look at Grandma’s hands my mom would say
I bet you’d never think of how they stay that way
As she grew older
Her skin remained smooth and tan
Even when she passed
She had the most youthful hands
I wish I could bottle
And sell this answer to smooth skin
I’d sell it at Nordstrom’s
And call it “Hands of a Mexican”
Her skin never wrinkled
And now I know the secret
It was her tortilla recipe
And the manteca she used in it
Jennifer Prado, "Secret Anti-Aging Formula" from Primera Pagina: Poetry from the Latino Heartland. Copyright © 2008 by Jennifer Prado. Reprinted by permission of Scapegoat Press.
Source: Primera Pagina: Poetry from the Latino Heartland (Scapegoat Press, 2008)
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