My son and daughter bicker in the midday heat,
With broken English I tell them to speak Spanish;
The language of my mother,
That was so tenderly spoken to me.
They tell me I need adopt the American lifestyle,
And all the verbs, nouns and adjectives that follow;
They see no need for my sentimentality.
But my native tongue drips with history,
While my Florida son and daughter utter words I do not know.
