One Year-
It’s been rough.
Like your beard against my skin,
Loss embracingly pricks memories of you from my brain.
I can’t seem to find order in my Life,
Like how you could organize everything so neatly.
I find comfort in the chaos
Knowing you wouldn’t.
I still don’t see the Beauty you found and claimed in me,
Everyone agrees, and I wish I could hear you say it one last time.
Echos of your sarcastic and loving “babe” reverberates in my ear-
I’d buy a broken record player if I could transfer it.
I wish you could meet all my new friends,
But they’ve met you in every story I tell.
People don’t know our last name,
It’s too sacred for anyone to say, even me.
I don’t think I could ever leave Miami,
Because you’re here: in the water, sand and waves.
Sometimes I sit in the midday Sun,
To feel it kiss my face the way you did.
Abuela misses you,
And I’ve tried to take care of her the best I can.
But I know she can’t wait to join you and Arturo
On a cloud sailboat in the Big Blue.
I miss you too,
Not a day passes where I don’t remember something you’ve taught me.
Every other sentence starts with “my Dad…”
And sometimes you feel a little less gone when I do.
I carry you in my Heart, Soul & Spirit,
Daddio.
Everything I’ve done and has yet to come,
I know is through and for you.
To Daddio,
Thank you.
Goodbye,
See you soon.
About the Creator
Sofia Loren Perez
Entries from my lifelong series: The Diary of a Biracial Girl. All work is my own. Find me on social media: @thesofloren.
"Through waves of insanity
Your solace rises in the East
And calms my stormy waters."
-Solace
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