Diana Drawing and Maria–The Resemblance Is Uncanny

Remembering Maria

Maria Fernandez was more than sharp,

her Mayan heritage shown on her face,

and her way with numbers was so good,

it put even the best, in their place.

She came to me as my graduate assistant,

the very first from Belize to our school.

She distinguished herself with her work and study,

even flirted with me one day that wasn't cool.

Always trying to keep distant from my students,

I didn't respond to her initial, striking notion,

I could have married her sister who followed,

while Maria married well, someone of station.

One day, Maria came to me with her newborn boy,

on one of many visits to continue studying and employ.

She kept in touch like some students of mine did,

I was pleased with her success that she never hid.

When I learned of her tragic death, I was shocked.

Something that left her beloved community rocked.

The war on drugs forcing young people to gangs,

where lawlessness reigned over everything locked.

The sad truth is that Belize has fallen to ruin,

leaving so many countries devastated by our lust,

for a quick high thrill, money and guns,

promulgated by the very leaders we trust.

Copyright 2024 © Ronald W. Hull

5/23/24

You can see the story breaking here.

You can see the first murderer caught here.

You can see the second murderer caught here.

Read the horrific story of the housekeeper who witnessed the murders here.

You can read this poem at my website here.