Some days I’d like to run and hide,
To the highest peak of the mountain side...

Dear Brother,
I miss you much...

Now that you are gone,
I put together pieces of your face...

*my part to her poem*
Cross My legs and hope to cry...

I’m gonna wait for the day we say hi,
Through thick and thin with every tear I cry...

As we sit alone,
I watch and wait...

In the darkness there are my fears,
And in the light I shed my tears...

You filled me with laughter.
You filled me with love...

I wish I could just cut,
Cut away at all the pain...

He sees beauty in her eyes,
Through her soul and painful cries...

Today, Cinco de Mayo, Spanish for the 5th of May...
The Battle of Puebla, though it ended in defeat...

How could you not tell me,
Were those things he spoke of true...