La Llorona by Juan Amado Valdez It was just a dream; but it made me lie awake. With naked foot stalking, La Llorona visited me. I saw her gentleness, yet her loud wailing made me shake. Along the wild river, her children she did seek. Her blank stare made my hair turn white in the glare. Her loose gown from her shoulders fell in disarray, while her long black hair blew in the air. She, that loved her children, because of her jealousy, gave them to the roaring river. The pain and sorrow in her heart is evident today. She walks the rivers with shame and hurt for the evil that she's done. Her soul will always hunger and will never die. Saint Francis de Asis School 5th Grade