La Llorona (The Crying Woman) Poem by Juan Olivarez

La Llorona (The Crying Woman)

Rating: 5.0


Long jet black hair, and a face deathly white,
Crying down by the river all the dark nights,
Walking alone, her sorrow so great,
The love she once embraced has turned to vile hate.

The mournful cries, her endless wail,
In the dead of night like a sudden gale,
Her arms reaching out, searching for years,
For her drowned children, crying her tears.

Down through the centuries, her curse is to stay,
Where water flows, wailing to this day.
Till she finds her babes, she lost long ago,
In a roaring river, by the moons blood red glow.

Sometimes she'll find children playing so near,
And thinking them hers, she does appear.
And coming for hugs and kisses she craves,
Instead sends the children to a watery grave.

Listen, and you'll hear, a terrible wail,
By the side of a river, stream, or lake.
If you listen closely, it comes without fail,
That sorrowful cry, your soul will break.

Don't let children near that lake,
Watch over them, Don't turn your head.
She is always watching, little lifes she'll take,
La Llorona is watching, pay heed to your dread.

6/1/10 29 palms ca.

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