I often imagine you close
In my thoughts you are so clear...
She has only one wish for Christmas
Although she knows she won't receive...
Today has finally came.
Seeing you lying there...
Your siblings just arrived,
My beautiful Tía...
I know this poem
May not reach you...
unthinking
blank eyes...
A sweet scent in the air,
The yellow fluff raising in the heat...
Walking around, hollow empty,
All I feel is sorrow, nothing...
You knew.
That's why you reoccured...
Words scatter in the night
as a simple hush of wind...
She was never one for churches;
the incense smells, clanging bells...
I can't form words,
I can't form thoughts...