Abuela
i stop to think about the old times, when only bright colors stroked across our canvas. nothing like gray or black. i always have this necklace.
my Abuelita Chelo sent it from Mexico. It has my name, Yosimar, carved in the back.
i look up to my abuela. there was never a gloomy day when she was here.
she left back to Mexico when i was learning to crawl. still trying to figure out how words fell upon my tongue. it has been 13 years since then. now I walk. i have even become part of my words. just like abuela has become
part
of
me
my Abuela, kind-hearted and welcoming, reminds me of my mom. i sometimes wish i could be a bit more like them. bring peace with my voice. tranquility from my eyes.
she calls from time to time. “besos mi nina.” “kisses my girl.”
i always hold onto the necklace when i feel unsafe. nervous. i know Abuela is always with me. i always think she was the one who made things easier.
i wish she could still be here, not only through the necklace. here to make things better again.
thank you Abuela.
Oh wow! The line, “she left back to Mexico when i was learning to crawl. still trying to figure out how words fell upon my tongue.” So powerful and meaningful. Your descriptions really got me – very emotional and moving.
This was amazing, and so sad. I bet you do Farrago, you’re really good and I enjoyed reading this!
Your writing is amazing. The part you talk about bringing peace with your eyes, calm from your eyes is so meaningful. I wish I could write like that. Great job!