Dayana
    was my tramlator when I
    went to Guatemala.
    She could speak English
    and Spanish.

    Her family,
    except for Susana,
    spoke only Spanish.
    I spoke English
    and German.

    If it were not for Dayana,
    my time in Guatemala
    would have been me,
    tongue-tied
    like most Americans.

    Dayana had a desire
    to go to college.
    I told her I would pay her way.
    I gave her money,    
    electronics she wanted,
    including an electric keyboard.

    Her aunt and I took her to the school  
    and paid her tuitiion.
    Everything I gave her,
    including money,
    I was told she gave to her boyfriend.

    I was told  she quit college;
    moved in with her boyfriend,
    and had two daughters.
    After three years,
    the college sent me a letter,    
    demanding no money.
    Dayana had graduated.

    Needless to say,
    I was happy,
    and felt guilty
    for doubting  her.

    She also sent me a picture
    of her, sitting on large rocks,
    her right leg over her left,
    with both feet in clear blue water,
    no doubt, she was beautiful
    in her two piecce bathing suit,
    and I could see in it, her pride
    in her accompliments
    and she was happy.