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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