97 Years

97 years of life.

I wonder about all the things

You must have seen.

As a child you

Made your way to America

And your kids

Had their kids

And I was one of those kids.

You spoke Spanish

I never learned it.

But we communicated in our own

Universal way.

That was 97 years of life

Well written.

That was my grandma,

and last night she died.

I am really unsure

Of how it feels right now.

Because I like to live in a world

Where I run from dealing with

Emotional distress.

That’s just what I do. 

2 thoughts on “97 Years

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s