Sometimes I Wish I Were Still… by Nancy R.

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.