I Know Her from the Neighborhood

 

She is your mother and my mother too
I know her from the neighborhood

She phones her son through the jailhouse glass
I know her from the neighborhood

She lies awake til her daughters come home
I know her from the neighborhood

On the dawn bus with her bucket and broom
I know her from the neighborhood

When Grandpa forgets, she remembers him
I know her from the neighborhood

She filled a pinata with chocolate sweets
I know her from the neighborhood

When boys start punching she breaks up their fights
I know her from the neighborhood

She protests for clean water with 200 tribes
I know her from the neighborhood

She marches with us for immigrant rights
I know her from the neighborhood

She gave new boots to the man from Peru
I know her from the neighborhood

She’s the crossing guard at our children’s school
I know her from the neighborhood

She plants a poinsettia, red Christmas star
I know her from the neighborhood

I know her from Knock, Guadalupe and Lourdes
I know her from the neighborhood

When I leave here for the city of pearl
I hope she knows me from my written words

My promises kept, goods given away

“Jill Anne Charles!” I hope she’ll say.
“I know you from the neighborhood.”

— By Jill Charles

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