Sana Sana Colita De Rana
BY Danny Castillo
My home is not my house.
My home is not my bed.
My home is not my car
or my clothes.
It’s what’s inside my heart
and my head.
My home is seeing you,
to the people that I love:
My home is a home-cooked meal
prepared just because.
My home is active listening,
reciprocal respect, loving
our worries away.
My home is medicine. When
you get a scrape
I sing and sway,
Sana Sana
Colita de Rana
Wishing your wounds to vanish
by the very next day.