remember the time (for you titi migdalia-r.i.p)

i remember the time when i was a kid i use to visit you in the coolest areas in the bronx right off jermone ave and yankee stadium every time i use to look at the window i would see yankee stadium i would see the yankees play (though they sucked in 80's) anyhow, i missed you smell of my favorite food of rice and bean with chuletas a classic puerto rican dish i wanted one wish why did you go? why did tio junior murder you? i recall and recount that night when you were cooking for the kids and cold heartedly tio approach you he poke with a knife taking your life multiple stab wounds across your chest laying you to rest you were gone way before your time didn't need to use a dime to call you to want to visit you every saturday but now you are gone tio's hateful crime caught up, he was done karma is a bitch i scratch a major itch when i found out he died in prison he was already dead before he went to jail there was no way i would sent letters via mail my cousins blamed me, at the time my family we became separable so far away, we became strangers that was unbearable everybody cried in his funeral; i show no emotion very emotionless nobody cried for tit migdalia although it was many years ago your thoughts and spirits keeps me going it drives me it drives me until this day, i miss you i keep your spirits alive my tragedies didn't lead to a nose dive a tribute to you be being the absolute is my drive i wanted to you to be proud of me of the man i become rest in peace tia migdalia