Friday, January 21, 2011

Plaster donkey prayer

When I was a little girl my mother went to Mexico and brought me back a plaster donkey. The donkey had a garland of painted plaster flowers around his neck and a slot in his back for coins. I was convinced the plaster donkey had a soul, so I was heartbroken when he was accidentally smashed. I buried the shards under the willow tree in the backyard, and prayed that the plaster donkey would come back to life as a real donkey. For years, whenever I saw a donkey I would peer into his eyes and silently ask, "Pancho, is that you?"

4 comments:

itzktb said...

You are the same girl you always were, Tai. xxo

Farmgirl_dk: said...

I *love* this.
Pancho...

Apifera Farm said...

And...I'm waiting, you must have run into Pancho somewhere. I'll ask around here too.

Tai said...

All donkeys are Pancho, and Pancho is all donkeys. I bet that's what Pino would say.