Buen Mierda

3 years ago I celebrated my grandma’s last birthday with her. It was such a peaceful Sunday afternoon. A mass, singing, cake and family. Little did we know it would be the last birthday and the last day we’d have with her. My grandma was everything amazing about life. She was everything I aspire to be. Bold, honest, unapologetically herself, loud and always happy. Always happy. Last night as I laid in bed I wrote some poems. Sometimes writing is the only thing that allows me to feel. Below are those poems. I hope you all find a connection with them. Remember our angels are high above in a space bigger and more peaceful than here. Pain never gets easy, we just become friends with pain and nostalgia.

Buen Mierda

Pendejo

Muchacho e la mierdaaaaaa

Mira tu, tu me escuchas

Deja que yo te agarre

Gritabas siempre tan fuerte

La garganta se te llenaba de fuerzas

Eras una guerra

La más fuerte

La más alta

Tanto fuego

Tanta luz

Tanta Alegria

Mamita mía

FRIES

I’ve gone to McDonald’s many times in my life but never will it compare to that semi chilly day when all you wanted was fries

all I wanted was to cry.

I remember the doctors saying it was time to just live, because nothing left to try.

You smile and said let’s go home. My stomach in a knot and all you wished was for some fries.

I’d give up everything just got another round of fries with you.

One

One shot

That’s all we have

One life

That’s all we get

One time

To say goodbye

High

Butterflies, fly

Fly so high

So high in the sky

You went so high

The most beautiful butterfly, flying in the sky

Losing someone is by far the worst thing that anyone can experience. Lost is an ongoing feeling. Grieve is a never ending process. Remember to love the ones you have here today a bit harder each day.

xoxo PMONEY