She was like a painting that extended beyond the sturdy frame.

Although, her canvas was a humble space. Her colors covered every square inch.

Of various shades of pinks and 

Nicaraguan coffee bean browns, she gently joined the two with watery blues. 

A mesh of the home of lakes and volcanos and land of rose fields.

In the art of poetic life, she spoke and breathed love for home and family with a timeless smile.

Her frame more than a small, fragile one.

She remains on display in memory.

A rose veiled portrait by the name of

María, the poet.