Mi papá:
Escribo este porque
Siempre quiso que escribiera
Para mi profesión,
Por mi vida.
Tag: loss
Grief:
comes unannounced, unwanted.
It is the uninvited houseguest that arrives laden with its baggage
and leaves its messes on the floor,
in the kitchen,
in the hallway,
and smears ugly, wet stains on the pillows.
It is the unwashed clothes,
the dirty dishes,
the neglected chores,
and the suitcase with his t-shirts and cologne under the bed.
Ice cream (without Dad)
I waited to pick up my order at the Dairy Queen
down the street from where my grandparents once lived.