O baby, When I see you smile
I believe...
Our personalities
Could not starkly contrast...
This marks another Christmas
Without you, mi Abuelita...
Before I would say
"How can I truly be happy...
The shades of colors hidden with in the eyes.
A dreaming brush that sits and awaits the image...
Don't engage
Walk away...
Waking up to the sweet sensations
of buttered Belgian waffles...
I called my mother last night
And she was not feeling well...
Everyone will tell you,
It was not a mistake...
When death has stricken all the joy of day
And bled it out in red and golden hue...
A father of three
I shoulder responsibilities...
Dad's heavy arm around
My neck, lovingly...