You don’t remember me
"Ay, mama" you cry
you look at me and ask me if
"your viejito" (you little old man) is still around
Yes abuelita, he is.
Who are you talking too?
you ask innocently,to you Coco, I say Who are you, again?
you ask
the question shoots an arrow into my chest "I'm your grandaughter, abuelita"
I reply with a smile
"I don't have a grandaughter"
you reply dazed and confused
"its okay, maybe im just confused ma'am" i reply, the arrow burning deep into my soul.
You don't remember me...
and that's not your fault
this disease has been taking you away
piece
by
piece
for such a long time...
You don't remember me
but i remember you; Every time the wind rustles the leaves of trees outside my window
I remember you.
Every beautiful streak of color in the sunset reminds me of your warm embrace Every flower i smell
reminds me of the garden you planted in our hearts
See, you don't remember me,but me?
Well i remember you.
-A.H.
