Secret Anti-Aging Formula

Her skin never wrinkled

And I used to wonder why

Her skin never wrinkled

As every year passed by

Look at Grandma's hands my mom would say

I bet you'd never think of how they stay that way

As she grew older

Her skin remained smooth and tan

Even when she passed

She had the most youthful hands

I wish I could bottle

And sell this answer to smooth skin

I'd sell it at Nordstrom's

And call it "Hands of a Mexican"

Her skin never wrinkled

And now I know the secret

It was her tortilla recipe

And the manteca she used in it

Source: Primera Pagina: Poetry from the Latino Heartland (Scapegoat Press, 2008)