I think about you
and what remains behind
a statue of a repaired saint
a flashlight with no batteries
and think, where did you go?
the pictures on the side table,
you sitting at the kitchen table
Mom by your side
times you were smiling at me
the family parties you came to,
not forgeting you, for fear
you may be only a last thought
I look at your pictures
carefully without regret
and feel you beside me.
lmdelsanto,2004
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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