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Señora Montoya
(Anderson)

Señora Tonya Montoya drinks in an evening ocean breeze.
I hear the song of thanksgiving she sings for everything she sees
On the shores of her ordinary life.
Seven times a mother, once a widow, twice a wife.

She picks a stone from the water,
So smooth against her weathered hands.
She throws it back to the ocean
And smiles that no one understands
The full joys of this ordinary night,
Making up in solitude the warmth it lacks in light.

One day this life will fall away,
And she will see as she is seen,
Unveil the beauties held within
Without regretting where she's been.

She meets the tide as an equal
And lifts her toes above the sand.
She speaks a sigh of contentment,
Pretends there isn't any land beneath this ocean
As it swims around the earth.
Never yet a mother, but forever giving birth.

One day this world will fall away
And she will know as she is known
And drink the truth that hides within
What little goodness we are shown.

Señora Tonya Montoya drinks in an evening ocean breeze
On the shores of her ordinary life.
Seven times a mother, once a widow, twice a wife.