Margarita, poem by Rubén Darío

It was my mom and, I think, my aunt Stella Maris who would read me this poem when I was a little girl. The loving and not-so-strict King in the poem always made me think of my dad.

It may have been written for another Margarita l but I always felt this poem was mine.

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