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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