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



Maybe I can tell you

How much I learned

When I see you again


In Heaven.


This poem is about: 
My family
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