Almost a year ago, we invited this boy home for Christmas because he was living in a youth shelter.
We brought him downtown to see this beautiful tree.
And what a year it has been. Challenging in more ways than we ever thought imaginable, and all of us adjusting to this new life of having a brother and a son in the midst of a pandemic.
Here we are, standing under these same lights. And aren’t they still beautiful?
hidden behind mask
is my sixteen-year-old girl
(her pandemic grin)
i hope to win her
with walks, drives, conversations
just like the old days
Vamos a ganar
with this American map
he knows nothing of
every moment counts
and he has read my soul here
with these three small words
these fleeting moments
shared with a stencil of love
between my daughters
working for love
(sometimes it doesn’t pay back)
but we always try
they came in numbers.
almost fifty percent. yes.
2020 win.
walking history
in one of the oldest ‘hoods
same heartbreak, some hope
some glow before snow
our weekend wrapped in moments
without argument
working from home ends
now i must say bye to pup
reality bites
all i need today:
my cooperative puppy
who just bit me once
because of the bone
i bribed him to sit still
he is now a Jedi
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