By 
All morning long in preparation
Of precious food
To feed
Even more precious mouths
It had been years
Much too long
Since I
Had prepared your favorite dish
Maybe it was avoidance
Or outright refusal
But today
My hands embarked on the task
As I lovingly washed the fruta
And cut everything into
Neat pieces
You came to life once again
A melancholy song playing in the background
As I could feel your essence in my
Trembling hands
Assembling everything the way you taught us
I could feel you so near
Your forever reassuring presence
Como siempre
Mi querida abuelita
Today was not marked
By the resurrection
Of Him
But of You
As the elders taught us so long ago
You continue to
Live on
Inside of everyone one of us
I think of you often
And hold you near to
My heart
That will house you until…
…the day that
I part
#lablogadora #abuelita #capirotada #xicana
