Another Life, a Second Soul?

She was certain, my mother,

That in some other life

With another soul,

Her voice sang out

In the firelight,

In the lantern, torch-lit spaces

Where music swelled,

Where melodious Spanish

Encircled the Gypsies’ Romany.

There, the rhythms

Of her feet, her graceful arms,

The flick of her skirt

Held enthralled all who saw

And heard.They were the witnesses

Of her other soul.

She was certain, my mother,

She had once been a Gypsy in Spain.