Margaret Feliciano

Bronx, New York

Born in Puerto Rico; Educated in the New York City Schools; Fluent in Spanish and English; High School Diploma and Business School Diploma; I have been a wife, mother, grandmother and now a widow. I am retired from the New York City School System, where I worked for 25 years as an Administrative Employee; My two grandchildren are officers in the United States Army; My local newspapers has printed several of my poems. Two of my Editor's Choice Award winners appeared in The National Library of Poetry's anthologies -- 1995-1996. Writing poetry makes me forget serious facets in my life.

What A Glorious Day!

Today I feel like
Dancing with the wind;
Skipping down the lane;
Singing with the birds;
Ringing all the church bells
Joining a parade.

Today I feel like
Climbing a high mountain;
Laughing like a clown;
Sitting on a swing
And swinging towards
The sky;

I don't know why
I feel so bubbly!

Perhaps
I'm just
Very
happy!

Small Talk About Daisy

"Who is Daisy?" you might ask.
"Daisy is my kitchen clock."

She possesses hands and numerals
Black as ebony,
A face as yellow as sunshine
And round as the silver moon.

Oh! I thing Daisy has fun
With her incessant
Tick-tock.
Audible throughout
Disturbing to some,
But not to me!

For day and night,
Fawn or evening
This clock keeps ticking
Breaking silence that oppresses
In a home
That's seldom visited.

Los "Coquis" of Puerto Rico

"Coquis" are indigenous
Tiny frogs, difficult to catch.
These adorable torments sing
A sweet melancholy song, repetitively.

Nighttime is required, patience too,
For these frogs constant "conqui!" "coqui!"
Can turn your brain sick!

For our sake, dawn arrives.
The amphibians pack their gear
And to the river, till night reappears.