Poems from Daniela98
Yo te quiero, Abuelita!
The smell of freshly baked tortillas
Drifts through the small home
Old and well-worn chairs are scattered...
It is extreme joy and heartache
You remember how it was before everything had changed
The throbbing feeling clenches at your weary soul...
She sat quietly, waiting for the storm to end
But when it didn’t, she ran.
She tried to see through the fog
And waited for the mist to rise...
We are learning to make fire
As our hearts begin to freeze
We yearn for the love of our brothers
To keep us from falling to our knees
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