The veil is thin now
I can feel my relatives
Hear their whisperings
Tio I hear you
The auntie we called uncle
Our other mother
I share your photos
With all of our family
For them to honor
“Chico is missing”
You direct me to a box
He lies buried in
Yes, I understand
I add him to my altar
I hear you whisper:
“Love must be present
Not hidden in an album
Dance with us daily
It eases the soul
We are never very far
Heart to heart, so close”
Ah, Tia Tio
I see you and abuela
And mama dancing.
bjb
Haiku ×8
barb j beyers 