My mother was killed in what the media described as "the most brutal murder in the city's history." She was raped, beaten, mortally wounded in the attack by a stranger who followed her home, and she died in the arson fire, 11/6/82, in the house referred to in the poem (how much that sounds like "home"), "Beneath the Shadow of the Freeway" — "Come in the house, Mama!"
Today is my mother's birthday.
Welcome to my house. ¡Welcome home!