I am looking down, You are looking Up

You are looking up and I am looking down, at you.

One look and I am breathless

I can't but say I love you over and over

Because you are and will be my rock

You fought for me when I could not

You've said the words

When I wasn't old enough

Today I have but one small wish

That you wake up from your dream

And hear me sing:

You've made me who I am

You've cradled me and I thank you

You are and will always remain my lifeline

My equilibrium, my way to know what's right

Boldly and selflessly you have altered my fate

I am here to forever express my gratitude

You are looking up and I am looking down

I'll hold your hand until the ground separates us

And even beyond

Your glowing skin and gentle ways

Cannot escape me

I'll wipe your tears

Don't be afraid

I am here and you can fly,

I am here to set you a flight

Bear no fear my dearest, my queen of hearts

As my heart flutters I caress your forehead

Into what will unfold,

One last time

This morning I heard the birds sing for the first time

This very spring

They welcome you; they open their wings to carry you

Go on in peace, and I shall live to uphold your ways

My light, my prayer, my Abuela.

3-31-12 &  4-1-12

Upper East Side

My dearest upper east side
the bright teal pool you offered me
Will always mean a beginning
Brand new world
The end of innocence
The river, the park
The $2 an hour job
All that you've given
As much you've taken away
Ghosts running up and down your blocks
Two decades of slow motion
Knowing this way is not all it may be
Dear upper east side
More often than not
You provide me with creeps, bones deep
I say mr skeleton let's do the dance
Take the stage, I'll even shake your hand
My dearest upper east side
The childhood days of walking in solitude
My only company, a bright yellow sony walkman
Here you still are
I don't make a move without music in my ears.
My world. My heart.
Riverside park, the afternoon I'll never forget
I sit by the river, when I want to remember
The wholeness of life
The circles we play
The beginning
The end
My dear upper east side
Let me go, I beg.

3-30-12