She was simple, dressed in rags <br />Adelita Leticia Fortunata <br />But she had a special gift <br />That made her everyone’s inamorata <br /> <br />With a gleam in her eyes <br />Every evening, at seven-o-three, <br />She would draw them to her side <br />As she sat under the guanabana tree <br /> <br />And when she started talking <br />You could hear a pin drop <br />They would all hold their breath <br />Until Adelita would stop <br /> <br />She would talk about her feelings <br />As queen of the stars <br />And her travels through the universe <br />From Neptune to Mars <br /> <br />And those who were carrying <br />The worries of the day <br />Could feel their stress <br />Slowly fading away <br /> <br />Adelita’s stories helped them see <br />The essence of their lives <br />And how easy contentment could be <br />If only sensing their own drives <br /> <br />She taught them that happiness <br />Is not captured in physical manifestations <br />But by cherishing meaningful moments <br />And maintaining valuable relations <br /> <br />So till today, in their mind, they can see <br />Every evening, at seven-o-three, <br />How Adelita Leticia Fortunata <br />The people’s eternal inamorata <br />Would share her happiness theory <br />Sitting under the guanabana tree<br /><br />Joan Marques<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/adelita-leticia-fortunata/
