III. Flashes of Memory

They were waiting for

Grandma’s body to be

Picked up from the house.

 

We all stood in the living room

While my dad was out back.

My aunts told us mijas and mijos

To go out to the backyard

As they shut the curtains.

 

They didn’t want us to see

When they wheeled her

Body out of her room.

 

The wind was gentle,

Almost whimpering, while

The wooden overhang

Creaked on and off.

My sister and brothers stood

Around my dad

As he was checking

Through his phone.

 

I looked around, always adored

The quiet little Eden that

My grandma had cared for.

Fruit trees. Red, white, and pink

Rose bushes. A weathered,

Stone bird bath in the middle

Of it all.

 

My dad laughed, something funny

He was sent on his phone.

We laughed with him.

 

He stopped, a switch flipped–

He was crouched on the ground,

Cupping his face

With his brown, leathery-wrinkled

Hands and sobbing.

 

My sister and I crouched too;

We put our hands on him,

Doing what only we could do.

 

My brothers stood there,

Silent.

 


⌊ © Serena Delgado (May, 2018) ⌉

⌊ Photograph by Serena Delgado (May, 2018) ⌉

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