Sometimes I wish I were still…
with my Tio and abuelita.

How I miss when my tio
would bug me or mess with me.

How I dearly miss my abuelita
and how she would hug me so tightly
and how funny she was.

It’s amazing…
how I can still feel their touch
how I remember everything

how I can still see
their faces.

Participant:

Nancy R.

Site:

Sinclair Alternative High School

Poem Title:

Sometimes I Wish I Were Still…

Source Book for Poem:

Upstate by Kalisha Buckhanon

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