My bones are beginning to show their age
They creak like old wood in the morning
My fingers, stiff from the cold makes it difficult to weave
That’s just my body
My soul, youthful as a baby’s
Maybe that’s why the Lady came to me
She saw my soul and not my bones up on Tepayac
Child, she called me
Like a child, I set out to do what Mama asks me to do
Even though, I don’t know how to do it
Like. a mother she shows me the way
They took him from her breast
His screaming and distress caused by a single tooth trying to come through
Soldiers bursting through the door just exasperated the problem
The men in arms showed no mercy
Slit her baby’s throat in front of her
Even with this pain, there was a sliver of hope
She still had the twins who were nearly four
Twins should be safe
Should be, but weren’t
They looked smaller than they were
Saul, sweet Saul came to check on his mama, and Micah followed
No questions as to their age, just heartless murder
Rachel cried out in sorrow for there were no more
He made his appearance at night as people slumber
Only a stable full of animals were in attendance and kept watch
His mother's body ached, not from labor, but from exhaustion
Only hours ago, she sat on a donkey as a traveler looking for lodging
How serene our Queen must have been holding her Savior
