Three Kids and Papi in Yosemite
-for Renie Joie, Avery and Skylr from Mami
To Yosemite Renie Joie, Avery and Skylr went
oranges and peanut butter sandwiches helped the ascent
Three trekked up towards Nevada Falls quite happy
chocolate doughnuts, M&Ms, and in a box, was Papi.
Three kids through snow, rock fall and downed trees
they slid down close to a tree near an abyss
Cool misty Easter Sunday rain blew
although dangerous, Papi would have approved the view.
"Ring around the little tree
a pocket-full reserved for keeps
ashes, ashes, they all fell down."
Papi leaves his place and space, unfulfillable hole;
he loved his children deeply, he is the special one
who will always be a shining presence in their souls.
Papi in Yosemite, three kids move along, and of course,
life goes on.
Labels: poema
2 Comments:
Gesto hermoso, tierno, conmovedor, auténtico, muy sentido... es una mezcla de muchos sentimientos... y ahora, Michael esta ya descansando despues de ese lindo paseo familiar.
Paz a sus restos.
Ay Rene, que bello poema
me dejó una lagrima de ternura.
Te quiero,... los quiero.
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