Racina Rodriguez Biography

I was born by a sparkling river, that bent and curved through ancient buildings made of clay and stone
Under the star light I cried as I came into the world.
My mother left me by the water's side wrapped in warm cloth.
At dawn, when the suns smile met my face, A kind poor lady, scooped up in her arms and carried me home
There she called me her own for she had no one,
she named me Racina after the red roses that grew along the rivers shore.
She taught me how to weave words together, to create a pretty cloak of poems.
though, I use to hide these words, for fear a thief may steal them away from me.
I am a fairytale.
A mystery
No one has read of.
But now, I feel it is time to release my words.
Release them in a wild rush
I hope, to you all, that you will enjoy my words...

Racina