Sitting on the balcony
Remembering your throaty laugh
Trying to recreate it
While not sobbing
is a hard task
I miss looking down
at the pool
and having
talks in broken Spanish
to every neighbor
Who already knew
I was one of your
grandchildren
The way you
were loved
is something today
that I aspire
to be known for
That says
She is mine
Latin roots
you leave them
but they don't
leave you
They reappear
never to be
shunned again
from R's rue https://ift.tt/3eVAzfe
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