Teresitas Poem by Juan Olivarez

Teresitas, tan bonitas,
Bunches and bunches, for my love.
So many colors are their caritas,
Colorful faces gaze high above.

You might say vinca, I periwinkle,
After all what's in a name.
With morning dew they fairly twinkle,
So very different yet quite the same.

Teresitas, que bonitas,
Splendor in the morning sun.
Swaying gently with such class,
Beaming till the day is done.

Teresitas muy bonitas,
Pretty maids all in a row.
Just a tiny bit of sass,
In the garden where they grow.

8/19/12 Alton Texas