In Heaven
In Heaven
Querida Abuelita
There isn’t much time
For me to sum up
The events of my life
I am not the little girl
I used to be
I no longer shy away
From the opportunities
Presented to me
I stumble forward
With a tight grip
A steady hand
A trembling lip
A determined stare
I can speak Spanish
Kind of
My teacher reminds me
Of you
I have scratched the surface
Of all the wonderful things
I will come to learn and do in my
Lifetime
Maybe I can tell you
How much I learned
When I see you again
In Heaven.
-km
This poem is about:
Me
My family
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