Sunday, March 28, 2010

In memory of Nanay, my Grandmother 3.2.2010

Up and away
on the crescendo of a cloud
in a song
you leave this place
like a dazzling red balloon
running gleefully higher and higher
on the scales of the sky
your little girl chuckle
falls like curly, smiling rain
for us to catch with cupped hands
as we shrivel in the distance
and you become the sky