abuela
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In Abuela's arms
I am safe and home.
My nose is burried
in her black silk hair
With the smell of lavender
And vanilla near.
Her arms will wrap me
In an embrace cloth with memories.
Tell me what to expect
in the many years to come.
Tell me what adventures await,
what sorrow I may face,
what love is yet to come,
what heartbreak we await.
Tell me in all of your wisdom,
When I saw my dad cry I was lost, the male role model who held back tears when nothing would hold back for him. Who looked challenges in the eye and smiled.
A letter to mi abuela,
I love you.
Even if you hate that I say it in English sometimes, it still carries the rich rivers of tamarindo & mango juice.
Your favorite.
