Sitting quietly by my desk this morning I turned on some easy listening music. Slowly settling into the groove I slid out the construction paper and chalk. Casualy daydreaming about childhood memories of my Madre. I love her and often think of her sweet voice and smile. My beautiful Madre. Your tower was long ago established in my heart. Thank you Madre for those years and molding the man I became. Sipping this quiet drink, I let the coffee drift me away into the day.