These colored pencils were here before me 

Still buttery smooth blending every hue

After all what would a beach be 

Without a dozen different shades of blue 


You were never one for the road

Fields of fruit spread out under the California sun 

Fruits passed from your hands to feed families you didn't know

You lived so many all blended into one


I will write you a dozen poems you'll never read

All your lives placed on stone the cld hard facts of history 

I will find you out there in the marigolds, in the sea

I'll spend my life living in your memory 

This poem is about: 
My family


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