Sweet Godmother, My Grandmother
Like opening my window
On the first day of spring
I just have to hear her name
To feel that same burst of intensity
Fresh and charged with energy
Her love for me her goddaughter
Her devotion to La Familia
Her compassion for humanity
Her incessant boundless creativity
Her effervescence and zest for life
I hear her name and feel the hurt inside
For the grief that will never heal
Yet she taught me to be strong
And carry on so I pick myself up
I do my best to made her proud
AP: 3rd place 2022
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~ALWAYS WITH ME~ 2020
Submitted on February 27, 2019 for contest WHAT'S IN A NAME sponsored by KIM RODRIGUES
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